Chapter 1354:
Together, they exuded a kind of cinematic elegance, their confident strides and poised bearing impossible to overlook.
Once inside the Garrett estate, they found the Garrett family already assembled, every seat at the long table taken.
At the head sat Kirby, a formidable presence. On his left, Camden and Valerie watched in silence. Across from them, Kason and Cathy completed the family tableau.
With a glance around the room, Wesley let a small smirk play on his lips. “Seems we have perfect attendance.”
Kirby’s face darkened as soon as he saw Wesley holding another woman’s hand. “Wesley, care to explain what this is supposed to mean?”
Kirby was livid. Was this meant as open defiance? Everyone knew Cathy was carrying Wesley’s child, yet he had shown up with another woman, as if daring the Garrett family to object.
Decades of commanding men on the battlefield had never prepared Kirby for such humiliation. His anger blazed immediately. “Even your grandfather would have known better than to insult us like this!”
The room shook as Camden slammed his palm against the table. “You owe us an answer, Wesley. Explain yourself now!”
Unruffled, Wesley kept his composure. “Kirby, I didn’t come here to insult anyone. My only purpose today is to honor a commitment I made.”
“A commitment?” Kirby’s voice dropped, his glare sharpening. “And what might that be?”
Instead of answering the question, Wesley clarified the situation. “The child Cathy is expecting isn’t mine.”
The sharp crack of Camden’s palm against the table echoed his outrage. “You think you can shirk your responsibilities just like that? I won’t stand for it!”
Valerie cut in, every word edged with fury. “Cathy is my treasured daughter. If you think you can dodge your responsibilities like this, I’ll see that you regret it.”
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A heavy silence lingered as Kason’s jaw clenched, his expression growing cold.
Shifting his gaze to Cathy, Wesley spoke calmly. “Please calm down. I have no part in Cathy’s pregnancy.”
Panic drained the color from Cathy’s cheeks. If she could have vanished, she would have, but there was no escaping the mess she’d created.
Kirby demanded, “Cathy, tell us now. Who’s the father?”
Cathy’s lips quivered. With Wesley standing there, she couldn’t bring herself to lie, and she didn’t dare tell the truth.
Seconds stretched, each one amplifying the unbearable silence.
That unspoken admission shattered any last hope—Kirby understood. Wesley was not the father.
A steely glint appeared in Kirby’s eyes as his tone dropped. “I’ll only ask once more. Whose baby is it?”
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