Illegitimate Child?!

Henry's face turned serious as he glanced deeply at Cynthia. "Cynthia, listen to your uncle. Don't get involved in this matter. I..."

"I can't just sit back and watch," Cynthia's gaze turned cold, her eyes hiding an unspoken emotion. "Do you want to say that you've been blindly foolish? Or that you were deceived by Dalton's honest appearance? Or maybe you never expected Dalton to bite the hand that fed him?"

Hearing the last part, Henry's heart tightened. "You... you found out?"

"Otherwise, why do you think I sought out Dalton?" Cynthia raised an eyebrow, a wickedness flickering in her eyes that no one had ever seen before.

Henry pressed his lips together, saying nothing.

Years in the political arena had made him cautious, constantly surrounded by scheming and deception. He had become increasingly suspicious over time.

When Dalton appeared before him, he had been genuinely surprised.