Abandoned In Prison, Now They Regret!

CHAPTER 006

“Wait, what?! He said the heir of the Milton family is just an adopted son? That can’t be true!”

“This is huge news! We really came to the right banquet today!”

The murmurs of the guests filled the entire room. Steven’s sudden revelation had completely caught Helen off guard.

How dare he!

Helen was seething with rage. Looking at Jackson, who stood frozen in place, she knew she had to come up with something fast to protect his reputation.

“Ridiculous! Do you really think anyone would believe your nonsense?” Helen sneered, forcing a scornful expression.

“Our Jackson is the rightful heir, raised with the best elite education since childhood! He’s not someone a piece of trash like you can slander!”

“Kneel down right now and apologize! Admit that everything you said was a lie—or I’ll call the police and have you thrown back in prison!”

Helen shouted furiously. In her mind, Steven was nothing more than a weak coward.

Just a few harsh words, and he’d usually lower his head like a frightened rabbit, apologize, and beg for forgiveness.

Over the past few years, she had handled him this way countless times. Sometimes, just to vent her own frustrations, she would beat him with a baseball bat—and he still never dared to fight back.

Even that wasn’t enough to drive him away.

And now, after spending a few years in prison, he actually dares to talk back?

Helen didn’t believe it. She stared at Steven challengingly, eagerly awaiting the moment he would break down and beg.

But Steven didn’t move at all. Instead, he looked her straight in the eye and said coldly,

“Oh? Shall I remind you how, eight years ago, you were bawling your eyes out, begging me to come home because I was the real biological son of the Milton family?”

“Or how five years ago, you begged me on your knees to take the fall for your worthless adopted son and go to prison in his place?”

A cruel smirk curved on Steven’s lips.

“Too bad I didn’t record those moments. Would’ve been fun for everyone to see how pathetic you all were.”

“You—you’re full of shit!” Helen screamed, turning anxiously to Sarah.

“Mom! Say something! Jackson’s about to be destroyed by this piece of garbage!”

Sarah looked at Steven and gave him a sorrowful expression.

I’m sorry, child. Jackson was spoiled from a young age, and he’s just an adopted son. If he gets hurt now, I’m afraid he won’t be able to handle it...

Silently giving herself that excuse, Sarah turned toward the crowd and announced loudly,

“Yes, Jackson is not an adopted son. He is the true and rightful heir of the Milton family!”

The crowd’s whispers swelled louder:

“He must be lying.”

“Maybe it’s a smear campaign—Milton enemies?”

“Exactly my thought, who would say something like that at a party?”

They jeered not realizing how serious this was just yet, but they were in for the show.

Helen allowed herself a thin, victorious smirk, but Steven stood still, unflinching.

He had expected this, his supposed mother and sister denying him publicly. He had long stopped hoping for loyalty from either of them.

Across the room, Diana shifted uncomfortably, her fingers twisting her bracelet. Everything about this felt wrong. Steven had been treated unfairly for as long as she had known him, but still, she told herself: He’s still an heir. He shouldn’t lose control like this. He should… endure.

Steven suddenly turned, striding toward the stairwell. The crowd parted instinctively as he disappeared, only to return moments later holding a folded piece of paper. His expression was cold, unreadable.

He held it up for all to see. His voice was steady, quiet… but carried the weight of a hammer blow.

“This… is the Milton family’s original paternity test. Proof that I am their biological son.”

A stunned hush fell over the hall before erupting into sharp whispers:

“Wait…what?!”

“He has proof?”

“Oh my God… so he wasn’t lying?”

Helen went pale. She hadn’t thought he would keep that document after all these years. She should have burned it when she had the chance.

Steven’s eyes locked on hers, sharp and unyielding. He looked at her as though she were already defeated.

Jackson, however, wasn’t finished. He stepped forward, his eyes filling with forced tears. His voice cracked with feigned emotion;

“Mum… Sis… we were going to announce his identity! We wanted to surprise him, to celebrate him properly. And now he ruins it… over something so small.”

Helen, regaining her composure, jumped in like a seasoned actress.

“Yes, exactly!” she said smoothly. “We planned a grand occasion to reveal Steven’s identity. But he’s… impatient. He’s always been obsessed with claiming the heir title before his time. That’s why we stayed quiet until he was ready. The world doesn’t know yet because, frankly, his personality needs… refinement.”

The whispers shifted tone:

“Hmm, that makes sense.”

“He is kind of cold, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, maybe the Miltons were protecting him from himself.”

Helen exhaled slowly, relief flickering across her face as the crowd’s murmurs shifted back in her favor.

She seized the moment, locking eyes with Steven, her voice coated with sugary warmth that felt like poison.

“Steven, it’s just an heir’s title. There’s no need for this… spectacle. It’s already yours by birthright. Go upstairs, take a warm bath, and come back to celebrate with us. This is supposed to be a joyous occasion…”

Her smile tightened, quite brittle at the edges.

“…let’s not ruin it over something so trivial.”

For a beat, silence stretched.

Then Steven chuckled low and bitter at first, before it swelled into sharp, humorless laughter that cut through the room like shattered glass hitting marble.

He tilted his head, eyes glinting with a mix of disbelief and disgust.

“You still think this is about that title?”

The crowd flinched at his tone. He stepped forward, each movement deliberate and with purpose.

“Get your facts straight, Helen. I don’t want it. I never wanted it.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words hang in the air like a storm about to let loose.

“From this moment…” his voice dropped to a cold, steady blade, “I am severing all ties with the Milton family, publicly and permanently right here and now.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

Cameras kept clicking, their flashes erupting as if on cue.

Helen’s composure cracked for a fraction of a second, her jaw tightening, eyes darting with confusion, as everything she had tried to build began to crumble before everyone, live and on record.