Chapter 4

My mind went blank at that moment.

What did Madeline say?

Kaiden wasn't my son?

My son was dead?

So, all the love, sacrifices, and patience I'd shown over these years were for nothing?

Madeline looked at my shocked expression and smiled even more triumphantly. "Now that you know the truth, doesn't it feel hopeless?"

I glanced at George in the audience below. He was watching me with a mocking gaze.

He seemed to be saying, "You can't turn the tables now. So what if you know the truth?"

In a flash, all the grievances, anger, and despair turned into a bone-chilling coldness.

The last bit of warmth in my heart that I had compromised for my son vanished completely.

With trembling hands, I took out my phone and dialed my grandfather's number. I hadn't called him in ten years. "Karl, I'm ending the ten-year agreement early."

Ten minutes later, the gate of the hospital was surrounded by rows of top luxury cars.

There were Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, Maybachs...

Each car was worth over ten million dollars.

A crowd gathered and buzzed with curiosity about which elite family was there.

A Rolls-Royce Phantom with a license plate of just three digits, 888, was leading the convoy.

That license plate was famous throughout the city.

It marked it as belonging to Karl Walsh, head of the Walsh Group.

The car door opened, and an elderly gentleman with grey hair but still full of vigor stepped out.

Behind him followed dozens of bodyguards in black. Each of them exuded an intimidating aura.

They walked straight toward the hospital building, and the crowd automatically parted to make way.

George's face turned pale at the sight.

He stammered to Madeline beside him, "Is that... is that Karl from the Walsh Group?"

Madeline was equally stunned. She stammered, "I think... it should be. But why is he here?"

Karson, as the hospital director, braced himself and went up to greet Karl and his people. "Mr. Walsh, what brings you here? Just give the word if there's anything you need..."

Karl didn't even glance at Karson and walked straight to me.

When he saw the bandage on my right hand, a flicker of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. "Julia, I'm here to take you home."

Though his voice was soft, everyone heard him clearly.

Julia?

Everyone was stunned.

Wasn't Karl's granddaughter named Julia?

Could it be...

I walked up to Karl and said in a voice choked with emotion, "Grandfather..."

Karl gently touched my face, his eyes full of affection. Then he turned to address everyone present.

His voice was icily cold. "Let me introduce you. This is my granddaughter, Julia Walsh. She is the sole heir of the Walsh Group."

His words hit like a bombshell, leaving everyone dumbfounded.