Chapter 670
Chapter 670:
Wesley’s brow tightened as Gabriela’s earlier words about cord blood replayed in his mind. He leaned forward, voice low. “All right. I’m listening p>
“You… you actually have a son,” Gabriela confessed.
The moment the revelation left her lips, Wesley’s expression sharpened. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, carrying a silent warning—that if she dared make a joke of this, his temper would ignite on the spot.
Gabriela’s courage faltered, her voice dropping to a tremor. “Truett… he isn’t Tessa’s child. He’s mine p>
The words were barely above a whisper, and Wesley almost wondered if he had imagined them. His face didn’t cloud with anger, but a gravity unlike anything before settled over his features.
His eyes fixed on her in disbelief, as though the revelation itself shattered his grasp on reality. “Truett is your child p>
Gabriela nodded. “Yes. He is our son p>
Wesley’s mind reeled back to the small boy’s laughter, the warmth of little arms circling his neck. Each time he carried him, an unfamiliar yet undeniable bond had pulled at his chest. He remembered the slip of Truett’s voice—soft, trusting—calling him “Daddy p>
The truth struck him like a blow. That child was his flesh and blood.
Gabriela had played a daring, reckless game—bearing his son in secret and claiming that Truett was Tessa’s child.
The realization scorched through him. She had robbed him of those precious years, deceived him so brazenly he’d missed his own child’s first milestones, his first words, his very growth.
𝘙𝖾a𝘥 f𝗋𝘰𝗺 𝘺𝗈u𝗿 ph𝘰𝗻е оn
His brows knitted hard, shadowing his striking features as his voice cut sharp. “And you’re only telling me this now p>
Gabriela faltered beneath the weight of his glare, her fingers tightening at her side. “Could we… skip the reason?” she asked, her tone wavering.
“Skip it?” Wesley’s jaw clenched. “You’d better decide if you can live with the fallout p>
The fury in his eyes stung her, leaving a lump in her throat. “I once believed the man who had slept with me was Brenden,” she whispered, her voice thick with grievance. “You knew the truth, yet you kept playing Brenden just to toy with me. You hid it from me, and still had the nerve to say you liked me. How could I possibly tell you I was pregnant? I never cared for Brenden. Even if I carried his child, I wouldn’t have let him find out. By the time I finally learned the truth, you were already promised to Rebecca. I was terrified you’d try to take the baby from me—so of course I kept silent p>
Gabriela spilled everything in a rush, her voice trembling as her chest heaved. By the end, her eyes were rimmed in red, glistening like a startled rabbit’s.
Wesley dragged a hand down his face, torn between anger and helplessness.
She was the one who had hidden everything, yet she twisted it until she looked like the wronged one, painting herself as the victim before he could even speak.
He gave a sharp, derisive snort. “You are fortunate we are in a hospital, Gabriela. Otherwise, you would be taught a severe lesson p>
The implication in his words struck her instantly.