CHAPTER 39:CRACKS IN THE ILLUSION (RECONSILING )

QUICK NOTICE :ZHAO CHEN MIGHT HAVE BEEN HELPING OUT WITH THE CASE BIT DEEP DOWN HE DIDN'T FULLY TRUST MEI XING AS HE DID BEFORE HE JAD WVEN STARTED BELIEVING THAT THE TWO KIDS SHE CLAIMED TO HAD GIVEN BIRTH TO REALLY BELONGED TO MEI LI BUT NOW HE WAS STARTING TO SEE THE TRUTH .

The sun filtered softly through the blinds, casting faint lines across the floor of the hospital room. Zhao Chen stood silently by the window, his arms folded as he watched the world move outside. He had barely spoken since the confrontation with Mei Li, and his mind was a storm of confusion.

Xue Xin had clung to Mei Xing like her life depended on it. And now, as Jin Hao recovered in the hospital bed—so eerily similar in features to Zhao Chen himself—the unease in his heart grew heavier by the second.

Beside the bed, Mei Xing sat holding Jin Hao's hand. Her gaze was tender, filled with emotions she could no longer mask. She had spent years longing for this moment—being near her son, even if he didn't yet understand who she was.

Zhao Chen turned slowly, his eyes landing on her. "How did you know he was yours?" he asked at last, his voice low and uncertain.

She looked up, pain flickering in her eyes. "Because I never stopped feeling it. A mother knows when something is missing… and when it returns."

He swallowed hard, the weight of her words echoing in his chest. "Mei Li said he was her child. I didn't—" He paused, his voice cracking. "I didn't question it. I should have."

Mei Xing rose to her feet and approached him, holding nothing back. "You trusted the wrong person. But what hurts most is that you never once asked me. You let her lies destroy everything we built."

"I know," he murmured, eyes falling. "I see it now. Every time Jin Hao looks at me, I see it. He has my eyes, Mei Xing. He… he is my son."

Her breath hitched, but she held herself firm. "You let her take him from me. You let her take you."

Zhao Chen stepped closer, guilt etched across his face. "I want to make this right."

Mei Xing turned her face away. "You can't undo the past, Zhao Chen. But you can choose what you do now."

There was a long silence between them—heavy, unspoken words lingering in the air.

Then, gently, Mei Xing placed a sealed envelope in his hand. "The truth. DNA results, documents, timelines… everything you refused to see before."

His fingers trembled as he took it.

"I don't need your pity, Zhao Chen," she added firmly. "I need you to open your eyes. Not for me. For our children."

She turned and walked back to Jin Hao's bedside, her heart pounding, her spirit unshaken.

And as Zhao Chen stood there, clutching the truth in his hands, he knew that the illusion he had lived in was crumbling—and it was time to face the consequences of everything he'd ignored for far too long.