Chapter 678: I Don’t Understand What Love Is

He never imagined Olive would be pregnant with triplets, all his children! How could this be?

Elvis rose and walked to the brightly lit floor-to-ceiling windows, pacing with one hand on his hip. “Young master… Young master, is something wrong?” Peterson watched him warily, thinking his young master was acting rather… strangely.

Elvis looked at Peterson, his deep, narrow eyes unwavering. “This paternity DNA test can’t be wrong, can it?”

“Of course not.”

“Levi and Ivy are my children?”

“The DNA results confirm it.”

“I have two sons and a daughter?”

“Yes.”

Elvis felt dizzy; his tall frame swayed. The speculation in his heart was confirmed, yet his mind remained blank. He’d always believed Levi and Ivy were Olive and Derrick Domino’s children. The thought of Olive bearing another man’s children had ignited rage and a thirst for vengeance within him. But now, Levi and Ivy were his! No wonder he’d felt an instant connection with them; blood was thicker than water.

His chest heaved, his pupils constricting. Usually domineering and strong, he now resembled a helpless child. He never expected to have two more children besides Nathan. His legs felt weak, as if he were walking on cotton wool, dreaming. It was surreal. Olive had given him three children!

He laughed, a shaky, joyous sound. “That’s good! They’re all my babies. Olive gave me triplets! I’m the big winner! Anyone else?” Peterson, witnessing his master’s overwhelming joy, realized just how happy he was—overjoyed. There was no one else.

Elvis’s mind raced. He had much to do. “Find someone to redecorate. We need more room for two more children. No, let’s move! The villa is unsuitable. We have three children now, a large family. Let’s move to the manor; the children’s castle is there.”

“Ivy is a girl, my little princess. I’ll design her room myself. Only… I don’t have a princess dress and shoes…”

Peterson watched Elvis, lost in thought, already envisioning the best for his three children. His young master was deliriously happy. It was the happiest Peterson had ever seen him.

A melodious ringtone cut through the air—Elvis’s phone. He frowned. Who would call now? He wanted to savor this moment of happiness undisturbed.

It was Nathan. “Hello?”

Nathan’s cold voice responded, “Dad, are the paternity test results in?”

“Yes, Nathan. You’re the eldest brother, Levi is your biological brother, and you have a little sister. You’re triplets, born to your mother!”

Elvis anticipated happiness; he knew Nathan had long questioned his origins, believing himself to be born via surrogacy, unlike Levi and Ivy. This had bred resentment toward Levi. Yet, Nathan remained silent.

Elvis’s smile faltered. “Nathan, what’s wrong? Aren’t you happy?”

A muffled voice responded, “Dad, if we’re triplets, why didn’t Mom want me?” Elvis felt a cold dread. In his joy, he’d overlooked crucial questions. Hadn’t Olive killed their son three years ago? The triplets were born in Visionary. Why did she send Nathan away? His father, Alpha, undoubtedly knew the truth. The surrogacy story was his father’s fabrication!

“Nathan, much happened between your mother and me that year. It can’t be explained easily. Just know that your mother loves you.” Elvis chose his words carefully. Nathan was a genius, but still a child needing his mother’s love.

“Really? Even with everything three years ago, Mom didn’t return, didn’t look back. Why?”

“Nathan…”

“Dad, Mom, and you always said you loved me, but I don’t know what love is,” Nathan said, hanging up.

The dial tone echoed; Elvis frowned and tried calling back, only to hear a cold, automated message: “Sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off.”

Elvis worried. He’d talk to Nathan tomorrow. But what could he say?

Sitting in his chair, the joy had vanished, replaced by confusion and pain. Perhaps three years ago, Olive hadn’t killed their son, but she’d deceived him.