Chapter 580 Supporting Her Husband
Bianca's lips curved into a slight smile. "Glad to hear you say that. But just to be sure, I need to prove Smith's identity to everyone. If he's not who he says he is, I can't defend myself alone."
She then lifted Smith's shirt, revealing a birthmark on his back shaped like a map.
"This is his unique mark, a birthmark that can't be removed. Mr. William, isn't this the distinctive mark on your youngest son, Smith?"
It was only then that Caspian realized Bianca was in cahoots with Edgar. Today, in front of all these people, she intended to prove that Edgar was indeed Smith. Even if he wanted to switch them later, he wouldn't have the chance.
He knew that if he nodded in agreement, it would be the same as admitting Edgar was Smith. His real youngest son, Smith, would have to be hidden away even if he woke up. Edgar would permanently take his place and become Bianca's husband.
But at this moment, Caspian had no choice but to agree. Faced with the fate of over a hundred family members, he couldn't afford to gamble. If it were revealed that he had made Edgar impersonate Smith, he would spend the rest of his life in prison.
Seeing Caspian's grim expression, Edgar's lips curved slightly. His voice was gentle. "Father, have you forgotten my birthmark? Or do you not want to acknowledge me as your son because of Wilder?"
Seeing Edgar's smug expression, Caspian clenched his fist tightly in anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "How could I forget? This birthmark has been there since you were born. I wouldn't mistake it."
Hearing this, Bianca smiled faintly. "Since Mr. Smith has confirmed it, I can rest easy. Otherwise, I would have doubted if I married a fake Smith. From now on, Smith and I will get along well and never doubt each other again. Please rest assured, Father. We will visit you and Mother together when we have time."
The term "Father and Mother" made Caspian break out in a cold sweat. Bianca's usual tactic was to hit you hard and then comfort you with kind words, always leaving you speechless. She had done this with Allegra before, and now she was doing it again. He had underestimated Bianca. He should have known that there were no fools in the Winters family. Each one had ruthless methods. Bianca, despite being a woman, had handled this matter beautifully. Besides his hatred, Caspian also had a bit of admiration for her.
Everyone present smiled and praised, "Smith is talented, courageous, and loyal to the Queen. He will surely achieve great things in the future. Caspian, it's best to hand over the family business to him early."
"Seeing Her Majesty the Queen and the Prince so harmonious, we are relieved. We were worried that it was just a political marriage and that their feelings wouldn't be genuine. But seeing them so in love is a great fortune for our country."
Faced with everyone's compliments, Caspian could only nod and accept them, unable to say anything else. He felt like he was about to explode with anger. Not only had he lost the chance for his real son, Smith, to become a prince, but he was also being forced to step down. This frustration was suffocating him. All his plans had gone up in smoke. He had not only lost this opportunity but also the position of the family head. He had brought this upon himself.
After the meeting, Caspian was about to storm off when Bianca called out to him. She was dressed in a sharp business suit, her makeup flawless, and she wore a rare smile. Her voice was incredibly gentle. "Father, Smith, and I will visit you and Mother tonight to discuss how you plan to seek justice for him against Wilder."
Seeing that Bianca was serious, Caspian was stunned. Normally, the Queen visiting his home would be a great honor, and the whole family would line up to welcome her. But now, Caspian didn't know what to do. He was worried that Bianca might discover the real Smith, and he didn't know how to punish Wilder to satisfy her.
Seeing his dilemma, Bianca immediately smiled and said, "Father, do you not want me to come over? Or have you never considered me as your daughter-in-law?"
Caspian quickly nodded. "No, I'm just a bit overwhelmed. I'll go back and make arrangements right away. I won't neglect Her Majesty."
"Good, then I'll leave it to you, Father."
Watching Caspian's hurried departure, Bianca's previously smiling eyes gradually turned cold. Her lips curved into a cold smile. "I want to see how you play this out."
Edgar walked up to her and hugged her from behind. He kissed her ear and said in a husky voice, "Having a wife to back me up feels like heaven."
Bianca glanced back at him, her lips curving with pride. "Today, we've blocked Caspian's path to switch you back. Even if his real son wakes up, he won't be able to show his face. Next, I'm going to take a closer look at the William family and see what problems they have."
Seeing her so determined, Edgar felt a warm surge in his heart. This was the Bianca who had protected him five years ago. She couldn't stand to see him suffer any injustice. When he was bullied by rich kids at the bar, she would find ways to get revenge for him. When his competition spot was taken, she would use various means to get it back for him. How could he have been so naive to think she was just keeping him around back then?
Recalling these memories, Edgar felt even more guilty towards Bianca. He kissed her lips and looked at her with intense emotion. "Bianca, thank you for everything you've done for me. For the rest of my life, I will love you with all my heart and never leave you again."
Bianca glared at him playfully. "Why are you so smooth-talking now?"
Edgar raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Am I? You haven't tasted it yet, so how do you know my mouth is smooth? Why don't you try it and see?"
With that, he unexpectedly captured her soft lips in his mouth. As they were kissing passionately, Sarah suddenly came over to report. "Ms. Winters, lunch is ready, you..."
She hadn't finished her sentence when she saw the intimate scene and quickly covered her eyes. "Sorry, I'll come back later."
Edgar finally released Bianca and brushed her lips. "Shall we eat first, or eat me first?"
Bianca held his hand and said, "You don't smell as good as food. I want to eat."
"I don't smell as good as food? Well, when I'm ready, I'll let you taste and see if I smell better than food."
Hand in hand, they walked into the dining room, where a rich aroma greeted them. It was the scent of lobster, Bianca's favorite. But as she smelled it, she suddenly felt nauseous. A wave of dry heaving swept over her.
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