Leanne’s pupils flickered with panic. “What are you doing? Who even knows if that test result is real or fake?”
Alexander let out a cold laugh, one hand tucked casually in his pocket. “Lately, the rumor mill’s been working overtime, saying Raffy is my son with Millie.”
His voice lifted at the end, almost lazy, but with an unmistakable edge—like a man watching a play whose ending he already knew.
“Well, the truth’s out now. The wise won’t be fooled by lies anymore.”
He smiled, but the expression never reached his eyes. There was no warmth in him, just a fathomless darkness.
Leanne was shaking, nearly coming apart at the seams. “If he’s not your son, then why would you raise him all these years?”
She’d come here today hoping for one last gamble, desperate to use Raffy as her trump card to turn things around.
But just as she played her hand, an unexpected twist—a third party appeared out of nowhere, evidence in hand, declaring that Raffy wasn’t Alexander’s biological son after all.
A surge of regret hit Leanne. She should never have provoked Danielle.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Danielle, after all, would have loved for Alexander to fall from grace today. She’d never have exposed the truth on her own.
All Leanne needed was to accuse Alexander of ingratitude, of refusing to help—nothing more.
But now, she’d made an even bigger mess. There was no way to fix this. She’d cut off every possible escape route.
Leanne clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms. “Whether he’s your real son or not is still up for debate.”
She glared at Alexander. “But your family—the Davidsons—really are heartless and ungrateful!”
“You’re throwing this grand birthday party today. If it weren’t for us, the Davidsons would never have made it this far!”
At that moment, Jake strode over, face set in grim lines.
“What happened back then is in the past,” he said coolly. “Mr. Fletcher saved my life, and not once have the Davidsons ever treated the Fletchers unfairly.”
Plenty of people here knew the story.
The two families had been close for generations, yes, but there was more: there was real debt there, a favor owed.
Because of that, Alexander had been ordered by Jake to always include Millie, to look out for her.
Wherever he went, she followed.
They’d grown up together; there was some bond there.
But for Alexander, whatever feelings he’d once had had long ago faded away, if they’d ever been there at all.
Leanne’s face was cold and colorless. “If it weren’t for your son, would my daughter have done what she did?”
A wave of murmurs swept through the crowd.
Everyone knew the relationship between the two families was complicated, but a few understood the truth.
The Davidsons had walked a narrow, difficult path for years.
Alexander had always treated the Fletchers with respect, been generous to Millie—he’d done more than anyone could ask.
No one could say he’d ever fallen short, no matter what the debt or favor was.
So now, with Leanne trying to accuse him in front of everyone, it was obvious her words held no weight.
Alexander looked around the room. “Everyone here can judge for themselves. I have nothing more to say.”
People exchanged glances, beginning to murmur among themselves. The Fletchers, and Leanne especially, suddenly seemed like leeches—clinging to the Davidson family, draining them dry.
And now, they were trying to turn the tables, to play the victim.
Leanne’s face was ghastly pale as she stood frozen, the world spinning around her.
She’d been too desperate, so desperate she’d ignored all the risks—so desperate she’d destroyed her last escape.
The Davidson family’s position had been rising; with the past as leverage, she’d thought she could still gamble for something—at least appeal to Terrence or Helen Davidson.
But now, with Alexander right here, the last tie was about to be severed for good.
“Danielle, say something!” Leanne suddenly looked up, fixing her with a wild stare. “You divorced Alexander, didn’t you? Wasn’t it because you found out he cheated on you with my daughter?”
Danielle was the only one who could still salvage her position now.
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