Chapter 19

"Here's the result," Demi handed Oliver the envelope containing the DNA test. He opened it and read the contents. His entire system almost exploded when he saw that the result was positive. He restrained himself from getting angry at the result. Demi took it from him, noticing that Oliver's expression had changed. Demi himself couldn't believe the result was positive.

"So, all this time, is he your father? What a coincidence," Demi said, shocked.

"I really don't know if it's a coincidence or if Samantha planned everything."

"You're right. Are you going to tell him?" The young man smiled at her and shook his head.

"Nope, it would only ruin the plan."

"What? Your father has been looking for you for a long time? And it would only ruin the plan? Maybe that's why you're—"

"Enough! If he really was looking for me or if he felt that I was his son or whatever! I'm right in front of him, but he still can't recognize me? What kind of father is he?!" His jaw clenched in anger.

Demi was speechless when he saw the young man's furious eyes. The young man was so angry that he didn't even bother to say goodbye to Demi. He just left and got into his car.

Demi understood this, especially given all that he had been through.

As Oliver drove his car, he couldn't shake off all the memories of what his own father had done to him.

Whenever he made a mistake, his father would punish him.

"Simon, give me the belt!" The young Oliver would cower in a corner as his father took the belt.

"Stand up!" he would shout, pulling Oliver up and whipping him with the belt on his back.

This has happened countless times. His whole life, he had endured this. Especially since he was just an adopted child only in the family. But he never expected that he was actually his father's real son.

His father had told him many times that he would never accept him, that he only needed his real child. He had also seen how his father's world would crumble whenever private investigators came looking for his missing child. But it turned out that he was the missing child all along.

He wanted to be happy upon learning that he was his son. But he was one of the people his father despised, and he felt the same way. The scars all over his body were proof of everything he had endured at the hands of his father. He grew up feeling distant from him because his father didn't care about him.

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ANYA'S POINT OF VIEW

I've been waiting for Christian to come home for a while now. But until now, he still hasn't arrived. Now, he's late again. It makes me wonder if something happened? But then again, he's always busy. I feel like I'm becoming a housewife here?

What? Housewife? I immediately shook my head at my own thoughts. I looked at the food I had prepared on the table. The food was getting cold. It was already 8 pm, and I had prepared it at 7 pm.

"Anya, I'm going ahead. Are you still waiting for sir? Just clean up, maybe he's not coming home," Glaiza said to me.

"Okay."

Glaiza left, and I was the only one left behind. I decided to clean up the food I had prepared. Just as I was finishing up, I heard Christian's car arrive.

'What the! I've already cleaned up all the food and then he arrived.' I complaining to myselft.

I didn't bother putting the food back on the table. Let him deal with it! I was about to head straight to my room and ignore Christian.

But as I passed by the living room, I saw him. I rushed over because he was lying on the floor. He looked completely drunk. And he was too heavy. I almost fell when I tried to help him stand up. Luckily, he managed to stand up on his own while I was helping him.

I wanted to ask for help, but it seemed like everyone was already asleep. So I forced myself to assist him in climbing the stairs. When we reached the door to his room, I realized that I didn't know the password of his room.

"Christian, what's the password?" He didn't respond and just leaned against me.

I was forced to bring him to my room instead of leaving him on the floor. I laid him down on my bed. But he suddenly held onto me, pulling me down. I ended up lying on his chest. I tried to remove my body, but he hugged me tightly. His hug was so tight. Is this what it's like when someone is drunk, their body becomes heavy?

"Mom! Don't leave us." I stopped moving when I heard him say that.

"Don't die, please.." his voice cracked. He changed positions, and I ended up lying on his arm while he hugged me. As much as I wanted to leave, I couldn't. I let him hug me and patted his back so he could sleep better. He kept mentioning his mommy repeatedly.

The way he looked now made it seem like his world is heavy. I wonder what happened to his mother? It made me think that we might have had similar experiences when we were kids. He was luckier, though, since he was adopted by a wealthy family and had a better life.

Meanwhile, I was thrown into a chaotic world. I never dreamed that my fate would be like this, but fate kept forcing it on me. It's as if hardship is inescapable. I didn't even notice that I was crying too, caught up in my thoughts.