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?"

and suddenly brightened. He grabbed it eagerly, looking

at last brought

Soon he grew sad again, his rough fingers tracing the face in the

me, I'll help you find your son.

young man and an older

you!" the woman cried, rushing to David's side. It

little reaction to their

or perhaps he

I've been searching desperately

family. She

this, the woman fell silent, her

man who had accompanied her also

and stepped

"Mom, we thought he'd made a fortune abroad.

felt deeply uncomfortable with this remark but held her tongue. Considering they were David's family, she patiently explained that he needed both

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

had just put on a show of

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explaining that David had been gone for years and she had processed the divorce through the courts. Legally, they had no

how someone could be

relationship with him, why did you come here?"

supposed to know he'd ended up like this?

Lacey was speechless, realizing there was no

home," the young man said. "No point wasting time on

when a sudden punch

Have you no decency?" The woman shielded her

at Jason in

him resort

punch, but the menacing aura emanating from him was chilling. Though the young man

you have no connection to him,

restrained herself— likely considering their unfamiliar surroundings in

woman hurried away with

had always believed David had established a new family, thinking reuniting

and going seemed to have no emotional impact on David. He simply continued holding the photograph, gazing at the image of

he longed for

abandoned him,

home country, but David refused to leave, insisting his son was here. He believed his

be missing out on

Jason feeling helpless. He couldn't articulate his

on the bed murmuring about his son; the other stood by