Chapter 993:

“Eric, stop!” Ernest called after him, but it was no use. His brother was already gone.

He watched the door swing shut, his brows drawn tight in frustration and dread. “Isn’t it ironic? No matter what he does, he just can’t escape the grip of the Scott family.”

Eric never imagined he’d return here one day. Not after all these years. Not to this place—a place that had once been a living hell.

Inside, the villa was eerily quiet. The only sound he could hear was water simmering gently in a kettle, sending faint tendrils of steam into the air.

Ferris stood near the window, in front of a rare, meticulously pruned pot plant. With slow, deliberate care, he wiped each glossy leaf with a damp cloth.

“Mr. Scott.” Cordell stepped into the room, holding a folder. He gave a small nod. “The results have arrived.”

Without turning, Ferris raised his hand. “Give it to me.”

Cordell placed the sealed envelope in his palm, and then silently handed over a silver letter opener. “It just arrived.”

had stayed up,

practiced ease

three pages. The scientific jargon meant little to him—he skipped past it without a glance, flipping to the last

match rate:

There it was. Undeniable.

almost imperceptible smile curved across his lips. “Good…” he murmured, his voice low with satisfaction. Then louder—stronger, filled with

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His face broke into a grin. “Mr. Scott, congratulations! He really is your son. After

expression brightening with unmistakable satisfaction. Cordell wasn’t

his life, Ferris had fathered six sons and three daughters—his

not one had lived up to

The boy

his excitement. “Shall

room, bowing slightly.

Ferris’ eyes gleamed.

laugh.

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