Chapter 269: You are not an Allen

The words fell like a sledgehammer, shattering the rock in Davis’s heart and bearing their judgment with them. "Desmond isn’t an Allen," he murmured silently, his mind spiraling as he struggled to analyze and comprehend the weight of this revelation.

One question thundered through him with unwavering force: "If not an Allen, then who?"

All his life, he had known Desmond as his uncle. He had grown up calling him that, had seen him at family functions, in business meetings, and around the Allen mansion like any other member of their bloodline.

Not once had there been a whisper or hint suggesting he was anything but an Allen.

Yet now, hearing Elder Allen say it with such finality stirred an unsettling dread within Davis. How many more secrets lay buried in the depths of this family?

Unbeknownst to them, Desmond, who had just arrived at the hospital room door ready to argue his way past the guards, stood frozen. The words filtered clearly through the small window, hitting him with unrelenting force.

"I am not an Allen?"

"I was never a member of the Allen family?"

"Why have I not known about this? Why was it hidden from me? What really happened?"

"If I’m not an Allen, then who am I?"

"Why had I never been treated differently except in the course of taking over the Group?"

"Why had no one mentioned it within or outside the Allen family?"

Inside, Davis’s voice, slightly trembling, broke the heavy silence. "How? Why? Since when?"

to hear it. He needed to hear how the man he called father would explain

truth, but the old man’s silence only deepened

Desmond over. I need to speak with

old man hadn’t told him everything, but his instincts told him this matter couldn’t be resolved with soft words

him, his voice weary, "what do you

return this time is to make it true. After the revelation, he had blamed Desmond for much of the pain he had endured—the death of his parents, the theft of his inheritance, the endless

faced with this truth, a strange silence wrapped

come. There are questions only he can answer," Davis replied, his voice clipped

gave a nod of resignation and turned to the door, hand reaching for

Desmond stepped in.

with rage and pride, and his voice

him. "You may not be wrong, but it

instantly. Their auras clashed like swords in a silent

in hand, yawned lightly and tapped Davis’s shoulder. "Hubby?"

her, hand gently brushing her forehead.

them yet wouldn’t want Davis to lose composure

he replied,

memories of everything

better, indeed," he

the moment, cold and sharp. "Desmond, it would be better for all of us to stop the unnecessary jabs. I had just

silent resistance,

long. Today, I will tell you the truth. Desmond, you have always wondered why I held you back from taking over the Allen Group. It

fell into

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