Richworth. In the CEO’s office at Fowler Enterprise. Blair was on a video call with Mable when Solomon suddenly came to him with a file. Mable heard Solomon’s voice and knew Blair was probably going to be busy. So, she said, “Go, I won’t bother you any longer. Make sure to rest early when you’re done.” Blair nodded. “Okay, you too. Good night.” Solomon stood on the side and had goosebumps when he heard how gentle Blair’s tone was. ‘Is this really Master Blair? ‘He’s so cheesy.’ Next, Blair hung up and looked coldly at Solomon. “What did you find out?” “See for yourself.” Solomon handed him the file. Blair took it and read the content. Solomon sat on the sofa as he said, “When Anthony was born, his mother died in childbirth. However, it was a smooth labor. I found the hospital where he was born and saw your dad’s signature on the surgical consent form.” Blair looked through the documents and finally found the signed consent form. When Anthony’s mother gave bi
Solomon looked closer and saw that they were DNA tests! ‘Fuck! ‘Whose DNAs were tested? ‘Anthony and Luke, or Master Blair and Luke…?’ Solomon quickly scanned the first few rows and noticed there were no names. The samples were only labeled as Sample A, Sample B, and Sample C. In the last column wrote: [As a summary of the genetic sequence test results, Sample A and Sample B do not meet the genetic conditions. The probability of a parent-child relationship is 11.03%...] On the other document, it read: [As a summary of the genetic sequence test results, Sample A and Sample C meet the genetic conditions. The probability of a parent-child relationship is 99.9999%...] Solomon clicked his tongue. “Master Blair—” Blair closed the file, his emotions unknown. “Drink with me.” As he spoke, he walked out of the hospital. Solomon had a bad feeling about this. He quickly followed, but not before secretly sending Tracey a message. … Ashdale. Mable went to the office earl
Mable’s original plan was to return to Richworth tomorrow afternoon. However, after talking to Solomon, she immediately bought the next flight to Richworth. The flight was at 5:30 p.m. By the time she arrived in Richworth, it was 7:30 p.m. As soon as she got off the plane, she rushed to the address Solomon had sent her. It was a private bar. Just as Mable entered, someone led her to the private room on the top floor. When she exited the elevator, she saw Solomon holding his abdomen while leaning against the wall unsteadily. It looked like he was about to collapse. “Mable, you’re here!” It was as if Solomon had seen his savior. He was so excited that he almost fell. Amos quickly helped him. Mable walked over and asked anxiously, “Why did you drink so much? Where’s Blair?” Solomon pointed to the private room at the end of the corridor. “He’s… in the private room.” They had been drinking the whole day, and Solomon got drunk twice. He was suffering so much that he wan
Blair growled violently. ‘So what if you sound like Mabes? You’re not her!’ Even though he was drunk, he knew Mable was still in Ashdale. Mable was startled. She was aggrieved and mad when she looked at her reddened hand. ‘Going crazy just because you’re drunk? I can go crazy, too!’ Furious, she pushed Blair onto the sofa and got on top of him. If she were serious, Blair would not be her match at all. Besides, he was drunk at the moment. Mable noticed the tie on the sofa and used it to tie his hands. “Let go!” Blair was drunk, but not so drunk that he would be at the mercy of others. He became fierce once his hands were bound. Mable leaned down and rested her forehead against his as she said, “Blair, if you dare talk to me like that again, I’ll buy a ticket back to Ashdale and never come back.” Blair stared at her, lost in thought. Mable frowned as he reeked of alcohol. She wondered how much he drank. She poked his chest and said, “You quit smoking because I
Mable clung tightly to the man and nodded at his question. “Yeah. Go ahead. I’m listening.” Blair took a moment in silence before saying, “As far as I can remember, I had been living with my grandpa. Every other kid’s first word is either mama or papa, but mine was pop-pop.“I believe my dad had just taken over Fowler Enterprise when I was born. He was always busy. Sometimes, I would not even see him for weeks. When I did, he was indifferent most of the time.“My mother’s health declined after she gave birth to me, and she retreated from the world to focus on her recovery until I was five. Now that I think about it, I only saw them on Christmas and Thanksgiving before I was eight.“While I was in elementary school, my grandpa attended all the PTA meetings. I remember catching a cold one winter. I was disoriented, calling out to my parents. My fever wouldn’t go down, so my grandpa called my dad to check on me. However, my parents never came. I was burning for two days, but neither
Mable looked at Blair. Her mind wandered back to what he had said earlier. She could make a bold assumption that Blair was talking about his genetic test results with Luke.Mable slipped the DNA test results into the file and lay next to Blair, holding him tight around his waist. She traced along Blair’s eyes. Afraid to startle him awake, she whispered, “Blair, I like you no matter who you are. I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you.” The man in her arms was the love of her life. It did not matter who he was because her love for him would never change. Mable nestled in the pit of Blair’s arm, listening to his strong heartbeat until the sleepiness took over. …Time passed slowly. Blair opened his eyes, feeling a splitting headache. Before he could reach up to pinch between his brows, he realized that someone was holding his arm down. It occurred to Blair that someone was right beside him. He looked down and saw the woman, who had been on his mind, lying
Mable gave it a thought. “Between samples A, B, and C, one of them is yours.” Blair nodded and replied, “Sample B is mine.”Mable had no words. She had suspected so. Blair proceeded to say, “Sample C is Anthony’s, and sample A belongs to my mom.” Mable froze. She remembered it was written that samples A and C had a 99.9999% chance of a biological relationship. “Anthony is your mother’s biological son.” Mable looked at Blair in shock. She thought that one of the samples would be Luke’s. She did not expect the sample to belong to Martha. So, Blair and Martha… Blair chuckled, his eyes filled with irony. “Yeah. Anthony is the biological son of my parents. “The woman I addressed as ‘Mom’ isn’t related to me biologically. In the end, I’m the bastard whose mother is unknown. Don’t you find it funny, Mabes?” Mable studied Blair’s face. “I won’t allow you to say that about yourself, Blair! You’re the heir to the Fowlers! Your Grandpa Alex raised you to be the next successor
Blair put down the phone. “I hope they’re okay.” Mable was worried. “Don’t worry. Arthur is with her. She’ll be fine.” Mable said jokingly, “Tracey has a thing for Arthur. With the help of alcohol, maybe she’ll finally confess her feelings to him.” Blair said, “Or she could be hiding in a corner, dwelling in her sadness alone after a failed confession.” Mable uttered amusedly, “Huh? How do you know her feelings aren’t reciprocated? Tracey is beautiful, and she’s a nice girl. Maybe Arthur likes her, too.” Blair cracked a hard-boiled egg for Mable and paused before replying, “As far as I know, Arthur has a crush.” Mable had no words. Um… “Uh… Does Tracey know?” Mable realized the question was pointless right after asking it. Tracey could not possibly know. Otherwise, she would not have chased after Arthur undauntingly. Blair shook his head. He was unsure whether or not Arthur had talked to Tracey. …Meanwhile, Arthur sat by the bed at Tracey’s place. He clutched