Chapter 799 Natalie, the Child is Mine, Isn't It?
Grant stood in the hallway, clutching the piece of paper.
He stood there for a long time.
Until his eyes stung, until a look of pain crossed his face.
Suddenly, he clutched his chest and leaned against the wall, dry heaving violently.
The pain was physical.
People passing by gave him strange looks, especially with the bag in his hand... They probably thought his wife had cheated on him and the child wasn't his.
But Grant didn't care about their stares.
His mind was consumed by two thoughts.
Natalie had once lost a child for him.
Natalie had given birth to a child for him.
He knew deep down that Natalie didn't have the child out of love for him. It was because she couldn't bear to part with the child, her respect for life... and Clayton's acceptance.
Thinking about how Clayton accepted the child and still married Natalie made Grant want to punch himself.
The sun was blazing, but it couldn't warm Grant.
Later, he sat on a hospital bench for the entire afternoon.
Clara called him.
He didn't want to answer.
But after several calls, Grant finally picked up, his voice indifferent. "What is it?"
Clara hesitated, trying to sound gentle. "Grant, where are you? Mr. Flores has been waiting for you to sign the contract for half an hour! He's patient, but..."
Grant remembered that today was the day to sign the contract with Johnny.
They had been working closely together for the past year.
After hanging up, he looked down at the paternity test again, his fingers lingering on the paper... He had only caught a few glances of the child, but she was adorable.
She looked like him, but also like Natalie.
From her appearance, it was clear she would grow up to be as beautiful as Natalie.
Grant's fingers curled slightly.
He longed to hold the child, to kiss her.
Since his father passed away, his mother had changed. In his youth, his memories were filled with Alvina's strictness, pushing him to excel and seek revenge on Andrew.
Gradually, Grant's personality changed.
In college, Natalie appeared.
She was like a ray of sunshine in his life, and he was happier than ever with her.
But he never expected Natalie to be Andrew's daughter.
They broke up.
It had been so long... so long since Grant had felt the warmth of family.
Grant drove back to the office.
As soon as he parked, Clara opened the car door for him, her voice low. "Where have you been? This project is worth billions! We've been working with Mr. Flores for over six months to get to this point."
Grant's expression was indifferent.
He closed the car door and walked towards the lobby. Clara kept talking until Grant got annoyed and snapped. "Clara, don't forget your place."
Clara was stunned.
After a moment, she found her voice. "Grant, I'm your wife."
"Legally, I'm still single."
"We're engaged. You promised to marry me."
Grant retorted. "If you can't wait, you can marry my mother. She's the one who promised to marry you, isn't she?"
Employees passing by heard but pretended not to, busy with their own tasks.
But Clara knew they were talking behind her back.
She was mortified, lowering her voice. "Grant, do you have to treat me like this?"
In the elevator.
With no one else around, just the two of them, Grant stared at the red numbers above, speaking calmly, "Now that we're alone, Clara, let's be honest."
"Yes, I don't want to marry you. I've neglected you, but haven't you been busy yourself? Last month, you spent hundreds of thousands on a bodybuilder, and this month, you bought a sports car for a model boyfriend!"
Clara was stunned.
She hadn't expected Grant to know all her private affairs. She was embarrassed, but even more so that her future husband mentioned her affairs so casually.
He didn't love her, not even a little.
Clara couldn't help but curse. "Grant, you're a bastard!"
Grant remained indifferent. "Weren't you the one having fun? Future Mrs. McCall."
He said "future Mrs. McCall" with extreme sarcasm.
Clara was about to explode when the elevator reached the top floor.
At the elevator door, Johnny stood there, smiling meaningfully.
He said, "What wind finally blew our Mr. McCall back? Remembering he has a company to manage and a big project to sign."
The engaged couple in the elevator looked terrible.
Johnny's smile widened. "You weren't out having fun, were you? Ms. Lynn would be upset."
Clara forced a smile. "Mr. Flores, you're joking."
Grant didn't even bother to smile.
This project, even if he didn't come back today, Johnny would wait for him... Johnny had also invested over six months in this project, he wouldn't just walk away.
When they signed the contract, Clara brought coffee.
As soon as she set it down, Grant said coldly, "You can leave now."
Clara hesitated. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but recently Grant not only neglected her, he also excluded her from important projects. He was marginalizing her.
This made Clara anxious.
But with Johnny there, she had to leave. In the large CEO's office, only the two men remained.
After reviewing the project agreement, they both found no issues. At least Johnny was thorough.
Grant signed first, five copies.
Johnny signed last. Originally, signing the last copy would seal the deal, a successful partnership.
But when he signed the last copy, he laughed.
Because Grant had signed Natalie's name.
Johnny chuckled, "Mr. McCall, when did Granatal Nexus Technologies Group change ownership? Did you give it to Natalie? No wonder Ms. Lynn was upset."
He showed Grant the signature.
Indeed, the client's name was signed as Natalie.
Grant was stunned.
He stood up. "I'll have my secretary print another copy."
Johnny leaned back on the sofa, looking patient. While waiting for the contract, he suddenly said, "You know, our Natalie had a baby! A cute little girl!"
He sighed. "If only Clayton were here, he would have been a great dad."
These words were like needles in Grant's heart.
His child was born without a father, but he, the biological father, was still alive. Grant remained silent.
Johnny smiled faintly. "Life is full of regrets, isn't it, Mr. McCall?"
Grant smiled faintly.
After signing the contract, Johnny left, his secretary waiting outside.
Seeing him, the secretary dutifully brought the wheelchair.
Johnny sat down without hesitation, saying to Grant, "The weather's been bad lately. My wife insisted I use the wheelchair to avoid straining my legs. Having a wife is great."
He added, "Mr. McCall, you should get married soon. You'll have someone to care for you."
Johnny left, beaming.
Grant's smile was strained.
He returned to his office, instructing his secretary not to let anyone in, including Clara.
As the sun set, he sat alone in his office.
He had just signed a multi-billion dollar project, he should be celebrating with his team, but Grant felt no joy.
His mind was filled with thoughts of the child and Natalie.
His phone buzzed with a message.
He thought it was Clara and didn't want to check, but after a while, he felt something was off and looked.
It was a photo from Johnny.
It was Natalie and Haven.
Taken shortly after birth, the baby's skin was still a bit red, wrapped in a pink outfit, lying quietly next to Natalie.
Natalie was asleep, looking slightly worn from childbirth.
Grant gently touched the photo, his fingers trembling. He looked at it for a long time, until the moon set.
He sat in his office all night.
He hadn't eaten or slept for nearly 24 hours.
Clara couldn't get in, so she called Alvina, who then called Grant.
Grant disconnected all the phone lines, set his phone to Do Not Disturb, and sat alone in the dark. At dawn, he finally moved.
Then he opened the door and walked out.
Clara had waited outside all night. Seeing him, she quickly followed, "Grant, don't be like this! I won't see them again, I promise! Let's focus on us, please!"
Grant brushed her off.
He walked a few steps, then turned at the elevator, "Clara, let's call off the engagement. I can't marry you."
Clara was stunned, unable to believe what she heard.
What was Grant saying?
After a moment, she said hoarsely, "There won't be any more of that, Grant, trust me!"
Grant looked at her calmly, "I don't love you."
Clara stood there, shocked. By the time she recovered, Grant was already in the elevator, heading down.
He drove straight to the hospital, quickly taking the elevator to the VIP ward. He didn't knock, just walked in.
Inside were only Natalie and the baby, the nurse had just changed shifts, and Chloe had gone to get supplies.
Natalie was feeding the baby.
A week after giving birth, her milk was plentiful, and Haven was happily nursing.
The room was quiet, so the sound of swallowing was loud.
Grant entered, and Natalie froze.
She covered herself, her lips trembling, "Get out!"
Grant locked the door behind him, his voice soft, "No one can come in now. Natalie, I need to talk to you alone."
Natalie guessed what he wanted to say.
She sneered, "Haven't we said everything already? Grant, have you forgotten?"
"I haven't forgotten."
He turned, looking at her and the baby.
His gaze was complex.
He didn't say much, just gently placed the paternity test on the bed.
He said, "The child is mine, isn't she? She was conceived on the island, Natalie, why didn't you tell me sooner?"
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