Chapter 409 Sarah is Mr. Moore's Biological Daughter
Sarah just wanted to ignore him.
But she knew if she didn't give him an explanation, he wouldn't let it go.
She kept her cool. "Mrs. Moore bought a few more paintings. It's normal for me to socialize a bit, Oliver... I don't need your permission for that, do I?"
Oliver didn't push it.
He switched topics, saying he wanted to visit Jacob.
Sarah didn't stop him. "Jacob just got better. Don't let him play too hard and get sweaty, or he'll catch a cold again."
Oliver nodded.
They walked out of the café together. Both of them were strikingly attractive, drawing envious glances from many. But no one knew that once they stepped outside, they'd go their separate ways.
Oliver headed to her apartment. He stayed with Jacob until late, and Sarah still hadn't returned by the time Jacob fell asleep.
He knew she was avoiding him.
He couldn't help but feel disappointed. After all this time, she still hadn't softened even a bit.
Claire tried to console him. "It's normal for Mrs. Windsor not to want to reconcile! Mr. Windsor, think about it. Mrs. Windsor is only 25, still in her prime. What respectable young woman would want to... want to be with someone like you?"
"And look at Nicholas. I met him the other day. He's truly a gentleman, you can tell he's a self-disciplined man." she added.
Oliver's gaze darkened. He retorted, "Are you saying I don't keep myself pure?"
Claire twisted her waist. "I didn't say that! Mrs. Windsor is already lucky you didn't bring any diseases home from those women."
She slammed the door.
Oliver stood there, fuming with no outlet for his anger.
He went downstairs and sat in his car, pulling out an invitation. It was an invitation to a party from the Moore family.
In the past, he had dealings with the Moore family. But not deeply.
Most of the interactions were with Matthew's subordinates.
But this time, the Moore family had sent him an invitation, explicitly stating that he should bring his wife. They clearly had their eyes on Sarah, yet they wanted him to bring her along.
Of course, he wouldn't give the Moore family what they wanted.
He planned to bring Zoey instead.
The next day, at the Moore Mansion.
The next day, at the Moore Mansion. In the evening, Isabella returned home in a black sedan. Before the driver could open the door, she got out, holding a brown paper bag, and hurried towards the main house.
In the study, Matthew was reviewing some documents.
The door knocked, and Isabella stood at the entrance with a complex expression. "Dad, the results are in."
Matthew looked up, his pen still on the paper, ink spreading on the white sheet.
After a moment, he said in a hoarse voice, "Bring it here."
Isabella walked into the study and closed the door behind her.
But Matthew softly said, "Isabella, I want to be alone for a while. Go check on tonight's dinner... Vaughn and Nicholas are both eating at home tonight."
Isabella, always respectful, nodded and left.
The study was eerily quiet. Matthew sat at his desk and opened the brown paper bag.
Throughout his life, he had weathered countless storms with unshakable composure—yet now, for the first time, he faltered. A tumult of emotions surged within him.
The DNA results read: [The samples are from a biological father and daughter.]
Matthew covered his face with both hands.
Sarah was his daughter, his biological child.
The silence around him was overwhelming, yet he felt an immense sorrow. He thought of that poor woman, with whom he had no romantic feelings, only a night that should never have happened.
Matthew stayed in the study until late at night, and no one dared to disturb him.
Late at night, he left the study.
Aaron was still waiting outside. Seeing him come out, he respectfully greeted, "Mr. Moore!"
Matthew softly said, "Accompany me somewhere. I need to see someone."
Aaron's expression turned serious. He stepped aside and opened the door of the black sedan for Matthew.
Half an hour later, Claire opened the door. Seeing Matthew at the entrance, she was stunned.
Oh my God,
Who did she see?
This was a man she usually only saw in the news. What was he doing here in the middle of the night? Was he here to discuss Nicholas and Sarah's marriage?
No way, Sarah wasn't even divorced yet.
Matthew walked into the house, looking around with a calm demeanor. "Why the surprised look? Where's Sarah?"
Claire snapped out of it. "She's taking care of the kids. I'll go get Mrs. Windsor."
Matthew nodded.
Just then, Jacob wanted some milk. Sarah came out holding him, and upon seeing Matthew, she was momentarily stunned.
The bottle fell to the ground and rolled a few times.
Matthew walked over, bent down, and picked up the bottle. "It needs to be washed before giving it to the child."
Sarah was still in shock.
Claire had already recovered. She stammered, "How can we let you do that, Mr. Moore? Please, let me handle it."
But Matthew found the kitchen and started washing the bottle. "When Nicholas was born, I used to wash his bottles too. His name is Jacob, right? As his grandfather, I can't treat him any differently."
Claire was thunderstruck!
Oh my God!
What did she just hear?
Jacob's grandfather? Did that mean Sarah was Matthew's biological daughter?
Claire was dumbfounded!
Matthew personally made Jacob's milk.
He held Jacob, and the usually stern man now had a face full of gentle affection, talking to Jacob. Jacob wasn't shy, leaning against him and softly saying, "I know, you're Nicholas's grandpa."
Matthew was taken aback! Then he laughed. "Yes, I'm Nicholas's grandpa."
Claire finally snapped out of it.
She carefully nudged Sarah. "Hurry, call him Dad!"
But Sarah couldn't bring herself to do it.
Matthew understood her hesitation. He played with Jacob and then checked on Nicole. He had already heard about her situation from Nicholas. He felt a deep sympathy for her, but his heart ached even more for Sarah.
How much suffering had she endured to finally come to him?
Matthew gently touched Nicole's head.
He thought it would be better to bring Nicole to the Moore family. Sarah was busy with her career, and Isabella was the best person to raise the kid, ensuring she grew up as a proper young lady.
The night grew deeper.
Matthew Mr. Moore didn't stick around—given his... unique position.
Sarah walked him downstairs.
As they reached the bottom, she saw Dylan.
In the night, Dylan's gaze fell on Matthew. He wasn't surprised, likely having known about Sarah's background for a while.
Sarah softly called, "Dylan."
Dylan walked over, gently touching her head like he used to when they were kids. His expression was particularly complex.
After a moment, Dylan looked at Matthew. He bowed slightly and said with a choked voice, "Mr. Moore, please take care of her."
Dylan poured every last shred of his pride into this decision.
He and Sarah shared the same mother.
Their mother had a tragic past and died a horrible death. But Sarah would have a better life with Matthew. She would be cherished by the Moore family and protected by Matthew.
But, Matthew's daughter couldn't have any blemishes.
Sarah, in name, couldn't be Dylan's sister anymore.
Dylan was reluctant. But he had to let go of this bond.
He turned and left quickly, afraid he would regret it and take back his sister, who had been his only family. But he couldn't protect her. He couldn't fight Oliver, the madman.
Because he had weaknesses!
Behind him, Sarah called out hoarsely, "Dylan!"
She chased after him but couldn't catch up.
Matthew came to her side, taking off his navy coat and draping it over her shoulders. "It's cold at night. Go back upstairs."
Sarah stood there, dazed.
At that moment, Aaron approached, urging Matthew to get in the car. "Mr. Moore, you have an important meeting at nine tomorrow morning. We should head back."
Matthew didn't stay any longer.
But before getting in the car, he gently said to Sarah, "I've discussed it with Vaughn and Isabella. You can't stay out here forever. At Isabella's birthday party next month, we'll announce your identity..."
Sarah wanted to refuse.
Matthew raised his hand. "Don't worry! I'll take care of everything from the past. No one will get hurt, including your mother."
He paused, his voice slightly choked. "Sarah, I'll handle everything for you."
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