Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 550

"Fine. I got it."

A pale-faced boy in hospital scrubs stood by the window, turning at the sound of the door clicking shut. Johnnie, still on the phone, spoke quietly before hanging up and leaning casually against the wall, a faint smile on his lips.

Eugene watched him icily.

"Feeling any better?" Johnnie didn't bother to approach, just studied him from across the room, his smile never quite reaching his eyes. "Come on, is learning about your real background really that much of a shock?"

"What do you want this time?" Eugene's voice was cold.

"Just came to have a chat. I've got news for you-Father's arriving in a few days. He wants to see you." Johnnie's smile widened, almost playful. "So, have you decided whose side you're on yet?"

Eugene said nothing.

Johnnie rolled his eyes and tapped his forehead, sighing. "What's so hard to figure out? You can either stay hidden away in the Montgomery family as an illegitimate son, or go with your biological father back to Italy and become the sole heir to the Fraser family."

"Is it really that hard a choice?"

He honestly couldn't understand.

The Fraser family-aristocracy in the truest, oldest sense of the word. In Western history, several generations had even produced Popes. And that's not even counting their present status. Eugene's father, Cossio, wasn't just from a powerful paternal line; his mother's family, too, was renowned throughout European history. Even though the family had faded in modern times, their influence remained untouchable on the global stage.

He was born into a life most could only dream of.

So what was there to hesitate over?

Eugene's dark eyes fixed on him. "Why so sudden?" Weren't they still just watching him, biding their time?

Johnnie just smiled.

Make up your mind. When Father arrives, if you still haven't chosen, you might not get another

moment, the room was

"And if

almost offhand. "Then you'll just go on

there was something he left

never allow their bloodline to drift outside the fold.

pedigree. If a union wasn't approved by both sides, even the right to produce

would have managed to defy tradition, insisting from the moment he

chose to

growing cold. Then he'd be the one to clean house for Father.

was Father's only

had to try once

up, his smile

your sister on my way here. She's really popular

but recently she

in his field. Apparently, it's the

glancing at the boy by

pressed to the window frame, the

his hospital clothes making his face look even paler. But his

keeping it together,

smiled, taking his time. "Eugene, you like her,

the window frame

But Eugene said nothing.

mind, continuing, "Have you

son, you'll never be a real option for her? Compared to the men pursuing her even if you picked one at random-you

He laughed softly.