Chapter 300: That Adulterer Is Your Son
The sudden truths hit Sadie hard; she never saw them coming. “Did Dad suspect who I really am?” she wondered, growing increasingly fearful. That night, he had bluntly called her a bastard, so he probably knew. Monica nodded quietly. Sadie felt like the world was crashing down around her. “What do we do now, Mom? What happens next?”
Monica had seen firsthand how Bill dealt with people. He was powerful and ruthless—Zack couldn’t even protect himself from him. How could she and Sadie possibly escape? She had taken a huge gamble from the start. By drugging Bill, she had hoped to secure a vast fortune for herself and Sadie. With that money, Zack would have no choice but to marry her. But bigger rewards always came with higher risks. Monica never imagined that Bill would discover the truth so quickly, and now the risk was hers and Sadie’s to bear. She sighed deeply and said, “At this point, I can only hope that he’ll spare you, considering how much he’s cared for you over the years.”
Sadie sank onto the couch, muttering to herself, “It’s over!” Bill had once treated her with kindness, but now his hatred for her was just as fierce. Sadie’s luck had run out. It was now her turn to repay her debt to Zoey. In addition to Bill, Ashley had also fallen victim to their deception. He surely wouldn’t let Sadie off so easily. I don’t even need to do anything; all I have to do is watch as things unfold.
Meanwhile, the results regarding Anna came in quickly. Jeffrey called me back to the estate. Sanders had also arrived. Josh, having lost his son, sat in a chair, looking like a shell of a man. His eyes were dull and unfocused; he mindlessly held a cup of tea delivered by a servant, only drinking from it after Greg reminded him. Anna had been on bed rest, looking fragile and thin, her hand protectively placed over her stomach as though she was desperate to shield it. Luke wasn’t doing any better; I heard he had been refusing treatment. If this continued, the cancer would spread.
Early-stage cancer was the easiest to treat, but Luke was determined to die. No one could change his mind. After all, he had hurt me so deeply. Everyone has their own fate.
The answer now lay in a sealed envelope in Damian’s hands. Jeffrey’s expression was serious, and he nervously twirled the rosary in his hands. From his constant fidgeting, it was clear that he, too, was anxious. Carter, ever cold in front of others, gave no hint of what he was thinking. “The result is in my hands,” he said calmly. Adam, however, was visibly tense. “Carter, stop keeping us in suspense. What’s the result? Is the child Anna’s carrying one of ours?”
Carter gave Damian a silent signal, and Damian slowly opened the sealed envelope. Both Carter and I already knew that, no matter whose child it was, it belonged to the Boltons. Today, some things needed to be explained. Damian handed out copies of the test results to everyone. For the first time, Josh’s dull eyes flickered with a moment of clarity. The result showed that the child wasn’t Luke’s. Josh raised his hand and tossed it away, landing it right across Anna’s face. “How could I have given birth to such a shameless daughter?” he yelled, clutching his chest in regret. The pain of his past affection for Anna now twisted into deep sorrow. Greg hurried to steady him and said, “Dad, calm down. It doesn’t do us any good for you to be mad.” Josh let out a bitter laugh. “Yes, it’s too late. Chloe is dead, and I regret not listening to her. I trusted this monster and let her drive Chloe to her death. She must have been so heartbroken when she left this world alone.”
I had warned everyone about Anna’s true nature many times, but no one believed me. They thought I was petty, suspicious of her relationship with Luke, jealous, and small-minded. But what was the result? Luke was sleeping with her, and everything I said turned out to be true. The most ridiculous part was that the child she’s carrying wasn’t even Luke’s.
Luke clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. His veins bulged as he raised his hand, aiming to strike Anna. “Stop!” Jeffrey commanded. “Grandpa, the baby she’s carrying isn’t a Bolton’s! She’s been lying to me!” Luke’s eyes were filled with fury, as if he was ready to end everything with Anna.
“She’s not carrying your child, but she’s still carrying a Bolton’s,” Carter said, his tone steady. Carter had already informed Jeffrey about Silas’s identity, and they had moved Silas away; even I didn’t know where he was now. I assumed Jeffrey had met Silas, but Adam and Luke still didn’t know about this. Adam, looking confused, spoke up. “Dad, are you out of your mind? The paternity test is clear—this child isn’t Luke’s. It must be from that adulterer. What does this have to do with our family?”
Carter remained as calm as ever. “That man is a Bolton.” Anna’s face turned pale. She hadn’t expected Carter to have figured it all out. Luke, sensing Carter’s gaze on him, began to feel uneasy. “Uncle Carter, what do you mean by that?” Luke asked.
Carter spoke deliberately, each word like a sharp strike: “Adam, the adulterer you’ve condemned isn’t just anyone. He’s your son.” Luke’s face twisted in disbelief. “If he’s Dad’s son, then what am I? Who am I? Uncle Carter, this isn’t funny.”