Chapter 500 Will You Acknowledge Me as Your Father?
Evelyn's feelings were a tumultuous mix as she regarded the middle-aged man before her. She wanted to blame him, yet she couldn't help but feel that under the dire circumstances, he might not have had a better choice.
But was he truly faultless?
Evelyn didn't think so.
In her eyes, Blake should have fought for his rightful place as heir from the beginning if he truly desired a love unfettered by the Kyte family's influence. Only by holding that power could he have silenced any dissenting voices or simply rendered them irrelevant.
But he hadn't. He naively thought that by not contesting for the heirship, he'd be deemed inconsequential and the Kytes would leave him be. How naive he was to think a family as controlling as the Kytes would ever let go of their grip on him.
"Evelyn, I wasn't there to see you grow up, and for that, I am truly sorry. If you feel the need to scold me or even strike me, I'll accept it," Blake said, his face etched with a rare vulnerability.
Who would have imagined Blake, throughout these years, ever looking so vulnerable? But Evelyn was different; she was the daughter he had with the love of his life, and he would have given anything in the world just to give her the best.
Evelyn waved her hand dismissively, "What's done is done, and it's been years. Yelling at you or hitting you makes no sense."
She had never been one to act on impulse.
"Besides, you haven't exactly been absent these years, I don't blame you," Evelyn spoke without any warmth, revealing no gratitude toward the man either.
"So..." Blake ventured with uncertainty, "do you acknowledge me as your father?"
"What's there to acknowledge? Blood ties make you my father, regardless," she quipped with a smirk that carried a hint of distance, akin to how one might address a stranger.
Blake felt a twinge in his heart, fully grasping the import of her words, "I understand, it's okay. I'll make up for what was lacking in the past, little by little."
Evelyn didn't respond, nor did she reject the notion.
She wasn't opposed to Blake's efforts; after all, if she was to carve out her niche in Columbia, she'd need his assistance.
The conversation wrapped up as the assistant presented the contracts at that moment.
Blake signed and stamped without hesitation and handed it to Evelyn, "It will be effective as soon as you sign."
Evelyn, however, was in no rush to scribble her name. Instead, she eyed Blake, "You're giving me these two companies just like that. Are you sure the rest of the Kyte family, or your own kin, won't have any objections?"
"Don't worry," he assured her confidently, "your father isn't the same man he was back then, without means. I don't need anyone's approval for these matters."
Reflecting on it, if he’d had this level of capability back then, why would he have failed to protect his wife and child?
With that, Evelyn didn't play coy. After signing her name, she handed the papers back to Blake's assistant and let him handle the remaining procedures to save her the back-and-forth.
Having wrapped things up, Blake suggested, "Since you're planning to move back to the Kyte residence tonight, how about we have dinner at home? It's a good opportunity for you to meet your sister."
He didn't care to mention Dora nor to introduce her, but Lucia was still his daughter, and it was essential for the sisters to get acquainted and, hopefully, get along – it would certainly please him.
At the proposal, Evelyn raised an eyebrow and nodded with a smile, "Sure, I'd love to meet my sister."
She wondered if the sentiment was mutual.
She suspected it wasn't.
But then, who cared?
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