CHAPTER 4
Author: Lady D
last update2025-07-14 05:13:45

The next two days saw Jace in a hotel, for he was unable to stay at that treacherous villa any longer, as it was clear he didn’t belong there.

Divorce flashed in his mind—a clean break, a fresh start.

Then…

Liam’s laugh. Marie’s tiny hands clutching his finger.

His breath stuttered.

The Whitmans would bury him alive before they let him take those children. The second he walked out, Stella would erase him. New names. New schools and they will have a new daddy….Ethan.

He was trapped.

Either he returns to the mansion and forgets everything that had happened for the sake of his kids, or he divorces Stella and rents a place close to the mansion, so he can see his kids grow

Then suddenly, his phone rang and he flinched…not at the sound, but at the absurdity. Who the hell calked at—he squinted at the screen—4:12am?

Number unknown.

Not Stella…who had blocked him.

Not Ethan…who undoubtedly is too busy destroying his family.

He silenced it

But his phone kept ringing continuously, leaving him no choice but to pick it up wearily and answer the call.

“Hello” he mumbled sleepily.

“Are we unto Jace Parker?” A lady voice called out sharply on the line.

“Yes….”

“This is the health care hospital and your son was brought in an hour ago by his nanny.”

Immediately, Jace sprang up and adjusted the phone firmly to his ear so he can hear her clearly. Then he asked fearfully, “Okay. I hope there is no problem, Nurse?”

“We will need you to come over to the hospital immediately” the nurse answered briskly, “it’s important.”

Quickly, Jace sprang up from the bed and cleaned up, then he picked up his car keys and hurriedly drove out of the hotel premises.

Minutes later, Jace approached the hospital receptionist desk, looking rumpled with worried lines all mapped out on his face.

“Hello nurse” he greeted briskly as he practically danced on his toes, “My name is Jace Parker—”

The nurse didn’t even look up.

“Ward Eighteen.” She said dismissively. Scratching her pen across paperwork. “Doctor is with him now.”

Jace’s pulse dropped.

Without thinking twice, Jace ran down the hallway, searching for the door with the number eighteen on it, and as soon as he saw it…

He slammed through the door…no knock, no breath and there was Liam…too still, too pale.

The nanny whirled around in shock and as soon she saw him, her face d drained off any color. “Mr Parkinson—!”

But Jade wasn’t listening. His fingers hovered over Liam’s tiny wrist….too cold. He turned towards the doctor who had been busy checking his son’s vitals and asked nervously, “Hello Doc. Please what happened to my boy?”

Doctor Marcus—according to the name tag on his coat—replied sternly, “He appeared to have swallowed a fish bone.”

Jace breathed in relief, for he had feared the worst. “So it’s over?” His voice cracked raw with hope. “He is—”

The doctor didn’t smile. “That is a question I won’t be able to answer if he doesn’t do surgery today.”

“Surgery?” Jace asked terrified and glanced at Liam who was still lying fast asleep, “Is it that serious doctor?”

“Yes. Your son swallowed a large fish bone that got stuck in his chest, thereby causing him so much pain that he had to be sedated until it could be removed.”

“Okay…okay….what are we waiting for?” Jace asked hurriedly, for he really wanted all this to end and his son alive and well again without any complications.

“We will need your signature as his parent and also, you have to donate some of your blood, in case we might need it during the surgery.” Doctor Marcus replied as he led Jace out of the ward, back towards the reception hall.

“Okay…okay….I will do every thing you say, Doc, but first give me a minute— let me make a quick call.” Jace said uneasily. His thumb hovered over Stella’s contact.

Would she even pick up?

The doctor crossed his arms, impatience sharpening his voice. “Every second counts, Mr Parkinson.”

So he was left with no choice but to drop their contact details with the receptionist, instructing her to call and inform them about what happened. Then he rushed towards the laboratory to have his blood drawn for his son.

After the whole document were signed and his blood drawn, he went back to his son’s ward to still see him fast Asleep, with his nanny just as worried and shaken as before.

And he couldn’t blame her, for he knows that she is not only worried about Liam, but also thinking about Stella and her family—the tongue lashing that will follow.

He went back down to sit at the reception and waited with his eyes peeled, hoping to see his son being rolled out for surgery.

“Mr Parker. A word please.” The doctor’s voice sliced through the antiseptic air.

As soon as Jace entered his office, the doctor said cautiously, “I understand that you just donated blood for your son Mr Parker—”

“Yes I did,” Jace answered impatiently, “I did that some minutes ago and also signed the documents, so why is my son not in the operating room? I thought you said his situation was urgent?”

“Yes you are correct Mr Parker” Doctor Marcus nodded calmly and cleared his throat, “But we have a small problem….your blood work.” he dropped the file. “It’s….incompatible.”

“Bullshit!” Jace barked. Confused, unable to understand this medical Jargon. “He is my—”

“Biological impossible.” The doctor’s finger stabbed the result repeatedly. “You are not Liam’s biological father.”

Continue to read this book for free
Scan the code to download the app

Latest Chapter

  • CHAPTER 10

    The Montgomery penthouse smelled of wilted roses and dried flowers. Stella Whitman stood beside the tall windows, her reflection, flawless under the full moon. “you are postponing?” Her voice icy and dripping with disapproval. “Our wedding is in three weeks, Ethan. The invitations have all been sent. The cathedral is booked. The—” Ethan’s gold wrist watch caught the light as he raised his hands like a surgeon’s gesture begging for patience. “With Parkinson controlling forty two percent of our shares…Stella, darling, be reasonable.” “I am not your darling.” She turned slowly, her Valentino gown glittering on the shiny marble. “Do you know what they are calling you at the club? The Jilted Groom. Because only a man who enjoys humiliation would let some orphan in a borrowed suit dictate his life.” Charles Montgomery chose that moment to enter, his gold plated walking cane tapping like a countdown counting down Ethan’s shame. “The boy’s right, Stella. This is not personal. That da

  • CHAPTER 9

    The courier arrived at the Parkinson’s gate at the early hours of the morning. Jace watched through the high windows as the uniformed man handed Reynolds a cream colored envelope sealed with candle wax. “It’s the Foster crest.” Reynolds observed, turning the envelope around his fingers. The wax bore the family’s cheetah emblem—an animal frozen middle of its bounce. Jace slit it open with his grandfather’s pocket knife. The card inside smelled faintly of freshly lawn grass and….sandalwood? “To our dearest Jace,” it began in flawless hand writings, “The family would be honored to welcome you home for dinner this seventh of October. Formal attire: Black suit and tuxedo. We have waited twenty years for this reunion—let us celebrate it properly.” Reynolds exhaled through his nose and muttered, “they are being unusually….cordial.” Jace ran his thumb over the golden letters and shrugged. “Cordials can be tampered with just as easily as a cheap whiskey.” Mila entered with the

  • CHAPTER 8

    The Withman estate glittered under crystal chandeliers, champagne glasses clinking as Stella twirled around in a silver gown, her engagement ring catching the light.“Yo my beautiful fiancée,” Ethan Montgomery announced loudly as he raised his glass, smirking at the crowd of socialites. “And to the end of unfortunate…entanglement.”Laughter rippled through the room as everyone looked at each other with a knowing look. In the far corner, Morana Withman whispered loudly, “Thank God that impotent waste of space signed the divorce papers. Did you see his face when the DNA results came in? Priceless.”Stella smiled widely. “Six years of pretending to love that peasant. At least the prenup guarantees he leaving us with nothing.”Ethan pulled her close lovingly and breathed, “Speaking of nothing….I am finalizing the Parkinson Group contract tomorrow. My father’s friendship with the old CEO practically guarantees we will win the bid.”The air buzzed with as a murmur of approval swept through

  • CHAPTER 7

    Rain splattered over the Parkinson family hall of souls…a grand hall where the Parkinson dead are buried, turning the marble steps into glass mirrors. Jace stood apart from the mourners, his black coat and wide brimmed hat blending with the shadows, the gold ring heavy on his finger.The board members huddled under umbrellas, their whispers carrying in the wind…“Who is the heir?”“Some orphan, I heard.”“Marcus will eat him alive.”Reynolds stepped forward and cleared his throat. “Gentlemen, meet Jonathan Parkinson’s successor.”Jace turned, letting the storm shine on his face. Gasps of shock rippled through the crowd.Marcus Foster, now huge like a mountain in a tailored suit, dropped his cigar and exclaimed, “Jace?”The lawyer stepped forward hurriedly and unsealed the will with a flourish. “All hail the new CEO.”The boardroom smelled of old money and skepticism. Jace took the head seat, his gaze sweeping all around the hall, over the six stunned directors.Marcus recovered first

  • CHAPTER 6

    The alley’s damp walls seemed to press closer with each passing minute as Jace stared at Mike Reynolds, the old man’s words hanging between them, so thick in the air. “He is dying….two days, Jace. We have been searching for you for a long time. Your grandfather wishes to see you one last time.” Jace’s grip tightened with the DNA test still crumpled in his fist….proof of another betrayal. Now this? A grandfather he had not seen in twenty years? “You expect me to care?” Jace’s asked sharply. “That man exiled my father for wanting to be a doctor. Left him to die in poverty while I rotted in an orphanage. And now—what? Deathbed guilt?” Reynold didn’t flinch. “Your grandfather was wrong. But he searched for you for years and he couldn’t find any lead.” A muscle in Jace’s jaw twitched as he croaked, “Convince me.” “After your father left,” Reynolds began, “your grandfather regretted it by sunrise. But pride? It was a prison. A self imposed confinement. By the time he tracked you

  • CHAPTER 5

    He sat dazed at the reception, staring at the space, his brain not registering anything apart from the fact that— He wasn’t Liam’s father. “Oh, Stella….” he mused inwardly, hugging himself tightly, as the DNA result burned in his hand. “Stella…what did I ever do to you?” Six years ago, Stella gave birth to Liam, and as her husband, he had never been happier. Now, it’s clear to him, he had only been a glorified nanny with a good working conditions How lucky. He was so happy to be a father—to be Liam’s father. But now, here he is, at this hospital—with a DNA test in his hand, a piece of paper that is saying that he wasn’t Liam’s father. After all these years? “Where is my son?!” Stella’s scream tore through the reception hall as she burst in, halting everyone in their activities. Morana and Ethan on her heels. “I am Liam’s mother. Where is he?” “Miss,” the nurse at the reception replied calmly, glancing up from her paper work. “Please I will have to ask you to calm do

More Chapter
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on MegaNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
Scan code to read on App