Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 300 I Am Your Son

Lacey raced down the emergency stairwell and out of the apartment building, catching

up to Jason on the street.

"Wait!" she called out.

Jason stopped but didn't turn around.

She walked slowly to face him, noting his stoic expression as she pulled out the photograph.

"The old man never lost his son's photo," she said quietly.

Jason looked down at the image without surprise, his face remarkably calm.

"This is you in the photo," Lacey pressed. "You're the son he's been searching for, aren't you?"

Jason remained silent-the evidence was undeniable.

"Why won't you acknowledge him? Is there some misunderstanding between you two?"

Jason shoved his hands in his pockets and moved aside, absently kicking a small stone. "He doesn't recognize me either. He..."

Lacey interrupted, "He may have lost his memory due to illness, but even though he's forgotten almost everything else, he remembers one thing-finding his son."

Jason's foot stopped mid-kick. For a good ten seconds, he stood frozen, as if even his breathing had been deliberately quieted.

"You told me your parents divorced before your college entrance exams, and your father left and never returned," Lacey continued. "Maybe he wanted to see you but couldn't. He must have discovered you were studying here and traveled all this way to find you. Surviving in a foreign country without knowing the language isn't easy. He probably suffered greatly searching for you. Perhaps his current mental state is the result of his overwhelming longing for you."

After a long silence, Jason finally spoke evenly, "Lacey, I'm in my thirties, not some rebellious teenager-though I wasn't even rebellious back then. I always tried to be a good son, a good student. I have a moral compass. I don't hate him, and I'm not refusing to acknowledge him. After all these years and everything that's happened— including my mother's death, which he wasn't present for-I did resent him for his apparent indifference. I assumed he'd started a new family and forgotten about us. Now he appears suddenly, in such a desperate state... I just wasn't prepared to face him."

Hearing this, Lacey felt a wave of sadness wash over her.

She understood Jason's pain and his inner conflict.

"I understand. You just need time. Don't worry, I'll take good care of him."

Jason looked at her gratefully. "Lacey, thank you."

Lacey swallowed the lump in her throat and smiled. "It's nothing. Before I knew he was your father, he was just a stranger to me, and I would have helped anyone in his situation."

She left unsaid that now, knowing he was Jason's father, she would willingly care for the old man for the rest of his life.

After Jason left, Lacey returned to check on Jason's father, David Foster.

He was still awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, likely thinking about his son again. Lacey approached him and held out the photograph. "Is this the picture you've been looking for?"

eyes fell on the photo and suddenly brightened. He grabbed it eagerly, looking at it over and over with excitement. "My son! My

last brought Lacey a

sad again, his rough fingers tracing the face

help you find your son. Look,

days later, two Harmonians a young man and an

finally found you!" the woman cried, rushing to David's side. It appeared to be a touching reunion-at least

by contrast, showed little reaction

them, or

I've been searching desperately for

must be David's family. She approached the woman and explained David's

woman fell silent,

young man who had accompanied her also looked stunned, glancing between David and

he were contagious and stepped away to stand with the young man. Her gaze

thought he'd made a

they were David's family, she patiently explained

glances with the young man, then looked back at David with a cold sneer. "I divorced him years ago. We have nothing to do

put on a show of deep emotion, and now

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been gone for years and she had processed the divorce through the courts. Legally, they had

understand how someone could be so callously

did you come here?" she asked with

supposed to know he'd ended up like this?

remarkable self-righteousness. Lacey was speechless, realizing there was

go home," the young man said. "No point wasting time on someone who's nothing to

finished speaking when a sudden punch sent him

dare you hit him! Have you no decency?" The woman shielded her son

at Jason in

him resort to violence

just one punch, but the menacing aura emanating from him was

connection to him, then get out!"

clearly upset that her son had been struck, the woman restrained herself— likely considering their unfamiliar surroundings in a foreign country, where pressing the issue would gain

hurried away with

always believed David had established a new family, thinking reuniting him with them would be the best solution. He

no emotional impact on David. He simply

the son he longed for day and night stood right before

David's family had abandoned him, Jason

but David refused to leave, insisting his son was here. He believed his son was simply not ready to forgive him yet, but would come see him

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couldn't articulate his emotions-whether frustration, anger, or sorrow-perhaps it was all of

murmuring about his son;