Chapter 231 We’re Just
Glad You Made It
“You have no right to take my son from me, William!” Renee snapped, her
voice cold.
When William saw Renee awake, his heart surged with joy, but it quickly sank as he caught the chill in her eyes–a stark contrast to his expectations. The efforts of the past days seemed to evaporate. He stood frozen, a storm of emotions raging within him.
“No, it’s not like that.” William reached out, hoping to grasp Renee’s hand, but she recoiled, her guarded eyes slicing through him.
Fearful of deepening her distress, William maintained a respectful distance as he reassured her, “Nene, I have no intention of taking Felix away. He’s your son, and he’s my son too. I promise, I won’t let anyone tear us apart!”
Eric and Esme observed William’s subdued manner, a mixture of pity and realization dawning on them.
They had nurtured William into a strong, courageous man, yet here he was, displaying a humility for Renee they had never witnessed.
Could it be that their perceptions had been mistaken all along?
“William.” Renee’s voice was cool, detached.
William, encouraged that she was still willing to converse, nodded eagerly.
“I don’t care about your discoveries. Felix is my son, and he will only carry my surname, not yours!”
Esme opened her mouth to protest, but William cut her off, saying, “Then we stay that way. As long as it makes you happy!”
Eric interjected, “What did you say?”
William’s gaze hardened. “Dad, Mom, I don’t think this is the right time for you to be here. If you have other matters, please attend to them.”
With a firm tone, he dismissed his parents, who left the room, visibly
incensed.
Denton, reading the room, decided to cut to the chase. “We’ve done some digging, and it’s clear your car was sabotaged. But the culprit covered their tracks well. Any idea who might want to harm you?“.
William and Renee shared a knowing look.
Denton squinted, pressing them, “Have you already had a suspect in mind?”
“It seems like someone’s desperate,” William mused.
Denton leaned in, his interest peaked. “Who? Don’t leave me hanging!”
William’s laugh was humorless, “The one who’s packing their bags and fleeing under the cover of night–that’s our suspect.”
Denton paused, and then his eyes widened in realization. “You mean
Shaun?”
Memories of a suspicious encounter on a boat with Shaun flooded back, coloring him as a likely suspect.
“Renee!” Just then, Marvin’s voice boomed through the corridor.
He then burst into the room with Ryland in tow, who chastised, “Why the rush? Hospitals require quiet!”
Marvin, undeterred, rushed to Renee’s side, full of concern. “How are you feeling? Were you badly injured? Did you hear your crash was on the news? That explosion was horrific! We’re just glad you made it.”
Renee, overwhelmed by his directness, didn’t respond immediately.
Ryland, annoyed, remarked, “Will you just shut up?”
Marvin, genuinely puzzled, responded earnestly, “Why? I’m simply relieved she’s okay. What’s wrong with that?”
“It doesn’t exactly come across that way,” Ryland retorted,
As they continued their squabble, Marvin’s phone rang. He glanced at it,
hesitating as the caller ID flashed.
It was Shaun.
