Chapter 1355:
Tears welled up in Cathy’s eyes, her voice cracking as she finally managed to say, “Grandpa, I can’t say for sure. That night, I drank too much. Everything was a blur…”
Shock rippled through the Garrett family at her confession, as if lightning had struck the room.
Wrapping her daughter even tighter in a protective embrace, Valerie struggled to process the words.
“Cathy, how could you say such a thing? How is it possible you don’t even know the father?”
Sobs shook Cathy as she buried her face deeper into her mother’s shoulder.
“Please, Mom, stop asking me. I truly don’t know…”
A storm cloud darkened Camden’s features.
“What a disgrace! You’ve dragged our family name through the mud!”
Sending her overseas had been meant to protect her future, not to have her return home pregnant—and worse, unable to name the father of her child.
Kirby’s fury was unmistakable. His chest rose and fell with labored breaths as he tightened his grip on his cane, refusing to break eye contact with Wesley.
Curiosity colored Kirby’s tone as he gazed at Wesley. “Could you explain what you mean by ‘honoring your commitment’?”
As soon as the butler brought over two chairs, Wesley and Elena took their seats without a word.
Unruffled, Wesley replied, “Miss Garrett once helped me. I gave her my word I’d help her sort her pregnancy out.”
With outsiders present, Kirby decided against berating Cathy immediately. Family image was at stake.
Years spent as an army commander had trained Kirby to keep his cool. Even with the news of his granddaughter’s scandal, he kept his emotions under control. “What’s your plan for handling this?”
Kirby didn’t miss Wesley’s message—his choice to bring Elena today made it clear. Marrying Cathy wasn’t on the table. So what exactly was his solution? If word got out, a scandal like this could ruin Cathy’s name for good.
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Raising a hand, Wesley signaled Felix, who quickly stepped aside to make a call. Not long after, Arion appeared in the doorway, a man in tow. The man, in a rumpled shirt and battered leather jacket, was escorted in.
Suspicion crept across Kirby’s face while he tried to figure out Wesley’s angle. Rope bound the man’s wrists. A black cloth had been thrown over his face. Wesley gave a slight nod, and Arion yanked the cloth away, revealing the man’s features.
A strong jawline, sharp cheekbones, and icy blue eyes marked him as a foreigner.
Several days locked away had left the man exhausted and shaky.
The sudden sunlight made him squint and lower his head. Once his eyes adjusted, panic took over. “Please, don’t kill me! Whatever you want, I’ll pay! Just let me go—please, I’ll do anything!”
Wesley didn’t bother with the man’s pleas; instead, his gaze shifted to Cathy. Catching the signal, Arion dragged the man by the hair until he was kneeling in front of her.
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