Chapter 230 Take My Son Away
William stared at Denton, confusion clouding his thoughts.
But then, upon seeing Denton’s expression, something clicked, and he instantly stiffened. His fingers trembled, though he didn’t notice as he took the file.
“What is this?” Esme asked, her curiosity piqued. She raised an eyebrow, noticing the strange look on both Denton’s and William’s faces.
Denton couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips, his eyes bright with excitement. He gestured for Esme to wait until William finished reading.
Eric, sensing the shift in energy, leaned in, eager to see what had caught their attention. He watched William closely, waiting for him to finish.
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With slightly trembling hands, William quickly scanned the document. His excitement grew with every line, but he couldn’t quite believe it. He read it again, just to be sure.
Once he was certain, he snapped his head up, locking eyes with Denton.
“Is this… true? Felix… he’s really my son? He’s my son!”
Denton nodded, a smile spreading across his face. “It’s all official.”
Esme, standing nearby, was in shock. She grabbed the file from William’s hands, needing to see the proof herself.
Eric, equally curious, leaned in for a better look.
Upon seeing the results, both of their faces fell, as if they’d been hit by the same wave of disbelief.
“This is… a paternity test? William, you’re telling me you’re Renee’s… child’s father?” Esme asked, her voice trembling slightly.
William’s head snapped up, his eyes fierce. “Mom, you just said I was raising someone else’s kid. But he’s not someone else’s. He’s mine. Felix is my son.”
Joy rang in his voice, a sharp contrast to Esme’s confusion.
Esme’s mind raced, replaying the memory of Renee’s son, who looked exactly like William had when he was younger. She’d noticed it right away but brushed it off as too far–fetched.
So… she wasn’t wrong about it after all?
Esme turned to Eric, who, after the initial shock, was now practically buzzing with excitement.
“Where’s the kid?” Eric asked, his voice eager.
“He’s with his nanny, at home,” William answered, trying to keep his tone steady.
Eric’s face tightened as he processed this. “You left him with the nanny all this time while you were in the hospital?”
William nodded, but a knot formed in his stomach. He hadn’t thought much about it before, but now… it didn’t sit right.
“That’s not okay,” Eric said, his voice sharp. “How can you trust her to be that attentive? There’re lots of news reports on how nannies and babysitters abuse the children they’re supposed to care for. Where is he? I’ll have someone bring him over.”
Eric’s voice was urgent, his anxiety palpable.
Even Esme couldn’t ignore it. The thought of a child that young being mistreated by his nanny… it sent a chill down her spine. There were always stories–too many stories–about things like that happening.
“Khloe’s been with us for years,” Esme said quickly, “She’s reliable and responsible, and she could take care of the boy. That way, we’ll feel a lot better.”
Esme sounded firm.
Before William could respond, a weak voice broke through, sharp with resolve. “No need! I’ll take care of my son. Felix isn’t going anywhere.”
It wasn’t until then that they realized Renee, lying in the hospital bed, had stirred awake at some point.
Esme met her gaze, feeling a flutter of discomfort. But this was about her grandson. No matter how awkward it felt, she had to stand her ground.
“Felix is part of the Mitchell family by blood,” Esme said, her voice firm but measured. “Bringing him back to us is the right thing to do. And Khloe has been with us for years–she’s dependable. With her taking care of him, we can all feel at ease.”
Renee’s eyes hardened, her voice like ice. “The right thing to do? Felix is my son. His name is Carter, not Mitchell. He’s got no connection to your family. Why does it even need to be your decision where he stay?”
Her gaze shifted to William, sharp with accusation. “You were never there William?” for him. What gives you the right to take my son away from me,
