Exhausted by her deceit, I looked her straight in the eye. “I investigated. That child’s birthdate doesn’t even line up with that night.”
I stared coldly into her eyes and spoke every word with deliberate calm.
“Even if those photos were fakes, ask yourself honestly, was it really just one night with Gideon?”
Primrose’s face flushed, then drained of color as I laid bare her truth.
She stood there, stunned, mouth opening, but no words came out.
Without looking back, I turned and walked away.
The only thing I left behind was one cold command, “Just sign it.”
“After that, hand the papers to my lawyer. I never want to see you again.”
Three days passed, and Primrose still refused to sign.
She even pretended to be sick, tricking me into coming to her family’s old house for dinner.
When I arrived, the whole Archival clan was there.
My eyes locked on Gideon sitting quietly in the corner. I said nothing.
He looked nervous, and when he caught my gaze, his voice wavered. “Brother Carson, I shouldn’t be here... but Mr. and Mrs. Archival said Alec is their eldest grandson, so he has to be at the family dinner today...”
Alec, that was their child.