Chapter 344 He’s My Son
Coming back to her senses, Fiona wiped her tears away and asked in a muffled voice, “Who is it?”
After a long while, there was still no response. Fiona froze for a moment before repeating, “Who is it?”
It was already 1:30AM. At this hour, even if the guests had any problems, they would go directly to the front desk. They would only come to her when the front desk couldn’t solve it. No one answered the door, so she was just thinking she had misheard when the knocks sounded again.
“Who is it?” She got up and walked toward the door.
The inn received all sorts of guests daily, and every room was built with a peephole, so she took a glance, but found that there was no one outside. She was just feeling suspicious when a dark shadow covered the door. Fiona’s expression changed, and she stumbled backward.
The knocks on the door turned into loud raps. A piece of paper slid under the door and rested against her toes. That feeling almost made her scream.
On the paper was a sentence written in large letters, ‘Fiona, is our son doing all right?’
Fiona’s face paled abruptly, and she was in a daze for a long time. Her legs grew weak, and she fell to the ground.
Oliver was awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of knocking on the door. He was a light sleeper, so he wouldn’t be able to sleep if there was any activity at night. When he heard the continuous knocking in the corridor, he became somewhat uneasy and rolled out of bed, then opened the door while still in his pajamas. However, there was no one in the corridor.
Downstairs, the receptionist on duty had dozed off. The door was closed, and the doorbell was quiet, so it seemed like no one had come in. Oliver hesitated for a while before walking to his mother’s room and knocking on the door.
“Mom, are you asleep?”
After a moment of silence, from inside the room came Fiona’s somewhat muffled voice. “It’s so late. Is anything wrong?”
“Oh, nothing’s wrong.” Oliver breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s just that I just heard someone knocking on the door in the hallway, but no one answered. Did you hear it?”
“Really? I didn’t hear it. You must’ve misheard.”
“Okay. Get some rest, then.”
“Okay.” Then, the sound of Oliver’s footsteps gradually faded away.
In the bedroom, Fiona stood by the door under the dim light. Two meters away from her was the sofa by the window, and the man in his fifties was sitting on the sofa, a cold smile on his face.
“What are you afraid of? I’ve already met him. All these years, it must’ve been hard for you to raise our son alone, right? Why didn’t you come to me?”
“Shut up.”
Fiona interrupted him, a cold expression on her face. For fear of being heard, she lowered her voice. “Felipe, listen to me carefully. Oliver is not your son and has nothing to do with you.”
“Oh?” Felipe raised his eyebrows, causing the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes to move, and the look in his eyes was extremely malicious. “That boy doesn’t look like he was born around that year; he’s a little too young. So, I guess the one from the Duncan Family is my son, right?”
“You wish.”
Fiona gritted her teeth. “My sons have nothing to do with you whatsoever. Didn’t you go abroad? Why’d you come back? Why’d you come to find me?”
“Your temper is still the same as it was back then.”
The man sighed and seemed a little regretful. “You’re too direct. You don’t even give people the chance to exchange pleasantries with you. It’s kind of hurting my feelings.”
“Feelings? What feelings are there between you and me to talk about? You only wanted to be with me in the first place because you want the Duncans’ family fortune. How many years have you lied to me? You’re a scumbag.”
“You can’t say that. If it weren’t for me, how would you have found out that Jeffrey actually loved you so much? Didn’t you always want the kind of romantic love where the man would be willing to die for you? Although I didn’t do it, I inspired another man to do it, didn’t I?”
“You b*stard.”
At the mention of the incident back then, Fiona’s face was ashen, and her body was trembling. “You were the one who plotted the scheme back then, and Jeffrey’s death was also your fault, yet you still dare to come back.”
“Why wouldn’t I dare to come back?” Felipe sneered. “It’s been twenty years, and the litigation period of the case has long passed. Besides, I don’t believe that you’d actually have the guts to sue me.”
“You don’t think I’ll really do it, huh?”
“Do it, then. It’ll be best if it becomes so high-profile that the whole world knows that the high and mighty Young Master of the Duncan Family actually has no blood relation with the Duncans whatsoever, but is my son instead…”
Before Fiona could retort, the room door was violently pushed open, and the spare key that was inserted in the cylindrical door lock gleamed. Oliver strode in and rushed toward the man on the sofa while demanding in his deep voice, “Repeat what you just said.”
Fiona’s face was as pale as a sheet. She had forgotten that her son was a person with extremely sharp senses. She figured that she exposed herself when she coaxed him to leave just now, and she was certain that Oliver had heard her entire argument with Felipe.
Felipe stood up from the sofa, and there was a hint of contempt on his slightly wrinkled face. “Oh, you know how to eavesdrop. Quite capable, I’d say. Didn’t you already hear everything? What do I need to repeat?”
“Shut up.”
Fiona was extremely troubled, and she wanted Felipe to leave, so she shouted angrily, “Get out, or I’ll call the police!”
“Call the police?”
Felipe took a deep breath, and when he raised his head, he slowly exhaled and snorted, “I’m afraid you don’t have the guts to do that. You’d rather leave the Duncan Family with this little b*stard than ruin their reputation, wouldn’t you? Now, you’re trying to use the police to frighten me?”
Once Oliver heard his remarks, his expression changed abruptly. “My mother may care about the Duncan Family’s reputation, but I don’t. Where did you come from, you rascal? Do you think there are no police stations in Oreus?”
With that, he reached for his phone and was about to dial 911. However, Fiona stopped him.
“Mom—”
“You can’t.” Fiona snatched his phone, and she was almost out of breath from her anger. Barely calming down, she looked at Felipe and hissed, “What the hell do you want?”
At this point, Felipe’s lips curled up, revealing a grim smile. “So, you’re not stupid after all. This would be over if you had started off by asking that. Did you really think I was here to catch up with you?”
“You…”
Oliver wanted nothing more than to rush forward and give him a punch, but Fiona held him back in a death grip. From behind him came his mother’s gloomy voice. “Spit it out. What exactly do you want? But, let me remind you that I have nothing besides this inn, and I’m no longer a member of the Duncan Family.”
“20 million.”
Felipe’s equally gloomy voice rang out. “I don’t care if you’re still in contact with the Duncan Family. Within one week, I want to see 20 million.”
“Are you crazy?” Fiona stared at him incredulously, almost wanting to eat him alive. “Where am I going to find so much money?”
“That’s your problem.”
Felipe lit a cigarette, then squinted at her through the smoke. “If you can’t get the money, I’ll go to the Duncans and tell my son that his old man has been short of money recently and that he should take the initiative to be filial to me.”
