Chapter 183 I Almost Killed the Son of Your Son
"I don't believe that doing it several times will turn a non-biological son into a biological one..."
As soon as the words fell, Owen's gaze scanned to the last page of the document.
The air was quiet for a second...
He suddenly stood up, looking at the words on it in disbelief, "What?"
"Sir?"
Seeing Owen suddenly excitedly standing up, Sawyer quickly stepped forward to support him.
Owen froze, his gaze tightly focused on the words on the paper...
Existence of a parent-child relationship?
Existence of a parent-child relationship!
How was this possible?
Owen slowly raised his head, his aging face filled with disbelief, "Sawyer..."
"Sir?"
"Come over here and help me see if I'm seeing things." Owen stuffed the paternity test report into Sawyer's hands.
Sawyer looked at Owen's expression and hurriedly opened the test report. When he saw the result, he was also taken aback.
After being startled, he looked at Owen with a surprised expression on his face. "Owen! I... You, you're not mistaken, that child! Darian's biological child! Owen, that child is actually Mr. Fitzgerald's biological child!"
With a loud "bang," something forcefully struck Owen's heart.
He slumped back onto the sofa.
"Owen, what's wrong with you?"
Sawyer anxiously went to support Owen, who raised his hand and waved it, clutching the identification report in a daze. He kept muttering, "My family's child? My family's child! Rowan's actually my family's child. I almost killed my family's child..."
"Owen, are you okay?"
Owen slowly turned his head to look at Sawyer. "Sawyer, I almost killed my family's child!"
Sawyer anxiously looked at Owen. "Owen, it's not your fault. You didn't know about this at the time. You just wanted to correct the mistake. It's all right, it's all right. Rowan is fine. Nothing serious has happened."
"No, I'm at fault. I almost killed my family's child. I'm at fault..."
"Sir?"
Owen pushed himself up and stood, pushing away Sawyer's support. "Don't follow."
Using his cane for support, he slowly walked upstairs, his trembling lips murmuring incessantly, "How could this happen? Why did it happen like this?"
He returned to his room, threw away the cane, and staggered toward a framed picture in the room. He carefully held it, and tears welled up in his eyes.
The man in the photo looked almost identical to Darian, appearing to be in his forties...
However, the photo was black and white...
Owen gently raised his hand; his rough fingers lightly touched the man's cheek. His aged voice broke apart, barely recognizable. "My son, I almost killed Darian's own son. I almost killed Darian's own son..."
"How did it turn out like this? I only wanted the descendants of the person who wanted to harm you to suffer the same pain as me. Why did it end up being the descendants of Fitzgerald's Family who were harmed in the end..."
"I'm sorry. I almost killed your grandson. You must be blaming me from up there."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry to Darian, and I'm sorry to that child. But my son, I feel hatred in my heart. The one who caused you harm escaped, but you can never come back..."
Owen held a photo, and tears fell from his eyes. He wiped them away with his hand, but the tears kept falling, wiping them away, and falling again, causing him heartache...
"Now that woman's daughter is by Darian's side again. That woman, driven by her desires, caused your death. I will never allow her daughter to marry Darian."
A glint of darkness flashed beneath Owen's moist eyes.
After a long time, Owen finally spoke, "Sawyer."
Sawyer, who had been waiting at the door, immediately pushed it open and entered. "Sir."
Owen carefully placed the photo back in the most visible position in the room.
Sawyer lowered his head with sorrow, as Owen always kept this photo in the most prominent place in the room, just to ensure he saw it at all times and remembered the hatred in his heart.
And now...
The enemy's daughter has given birth to descendants of Fitzgerald's Family. Fate truly played its tricks.
"Owen, should both the kids be brought back to Fitzgerald's Family now?"
Owen's face no longer showed the confusion and sadness from before but regained its imposing and cold demeanor. He said in a deep voice, "The descendants of my Fitzgerald's Family must naturally be brought back to Fitzgerald's Family. Should we let that woman raise them?"
Absolutely impossible!
The descendants of Fitzgerald's Family cannot be left to wander outside.
"What about Mr. Fitzgerald then?"
Owen looked at the paternity test report in front of him, and after thinking for a long time, he said, "We should keep this from him for now. Let's tell him after sending Cecily abroad."
"Keeping it from Mr. Fitzgerald? This might cause misunderstandings."
"I don't care about all this. He had already fallen in love with that woman, and because of her, he was distracted. If he were to find out that those two children were his own, it would be even worse. Knowing Darian's personality, he might even go back and remarry Cecily directly."
Owen sighed, "My son already died because of a woman. I will never let my grandson be ruined by another woman."
Sawyer agreed with this thought.
How could Owen allow his grandson to marry the daughter of their enemy?
"What about Miss Ophelia?"
At the mention of Ophelia, Owen's eyes darkened. He couldn't like her anymore, knowing she almost killed Rowan.
Sawyer sighed and said, "Although Miss Ophelia went too far this time, there must be a reason behind her actions."
"A reason? No! She made a big mistake!"
She almost killed the future descendants of the Fitzgerald family. She deserved to die!
Sawyer lowered his head and said, "Owen, don't forget that Miss Cecily also caused the death of Miss Ophelia's child. At that time, the fetus was already eight months old, a boy. The pain of losing a child is something Miss Ophelia can't easily forget."
Upon hearing this, Owen fell silent for a moment and narrowed his eyes.
"What happened five years ago? If these two children are Darian's, then whose child was in Ophelia's belly? Could they have never switched rooms?"
"We don't know for sure. When it was discovered the next day, it was indeed Miss Ophelia in Mr. Fitzgerald's room. As for when those two children were conceived, that is something only Mr. Fitzgerald can answer."
After all, this is a matter between the couple, and only they know the truth.
Owen frowned, and his face grew darker, "These two children are the descendants of the Fitzgerald family. We must find a way to bring them back to the Fitzgerald family."
"What about Miss Ophelia and Mr. Fitzgerald's engagement then?"
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