The door creaked open, and a stranger stood before them. Sir Backwood's expression turned from anger to surprise, while Matilda's eyes widened in fear. The stranger, a man with a rugged face and a hint of mystery, stepped inside.
"Please, do let me interrupt," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I see you're in the middle of a... discussion."
father's eyes narrowed. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
The stranger smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "My name is Marcus.
And you have a nice mansion I must say
well I'm here to reveal a little secret about your family dynamics."
Matilda's face paled,
giving a warning glance she tried to speak, but Marcus continued, "You see, Matilda wasn't entirely truthful about her past.
She was already pregnant when she met you."
The room fell silent, father's eyes fixed on Matilda in shock. Marcus continued, "Matilda has been involved with someone else, a man who couldn't provide for her financially. So, she made a choice, a choice she felt that would change her life forever."
Ryder here is my son !!
and I was her EX boyfriend
he spatted !!!!
No way this can't be true mom
Ryder shouted in disbelief !!
well how about we do a DNA.....
he laughed sarcastically
ya All seriously can't be believing
this lunatic
he can't just show up out of the blue's and rant some untrue stuffs
oh come off the pretence
The living room was silent, thick with tension. Mathilda sat on the edge of the couch, her fingers twisted tightly in her lap. father
stood behind her, arms crossed, his eyes flicking between her and the stranger who had barged in
Marcus stood tall, calm, with a folded envelope in one hand and a tired smirk on his face. He looked around at the small gathering
"You all deserve the truth," Marcus began, his voice clear. "I didn't want to come here like this, but I have no choice."
Mathilda's eyes widened
He ignored her warning signals. Instead, he opened the envelope and pulled out several sheets of paper.
"These," he said, holding them up, "are bank transfer records. From Matilda. To me. Regularly. For years."
father's brows furrowed. "For what?"
"She was paying me to disappear," Marcus said. "To stay out of her life. Out of your life. Out of your child's life."
Mathilda stood up abruptly. "That's not true!"
But Marcus was already pulling out his phone.
"Let me refresh your memory," he said. He pressed play. A recording of Matilda's voice crackled into the room:
"Marcos, I'm begging you. Please don't ruin what I've built. I'll send you the money tomorrow. Just don't show up again. Backwoods thinks the child is his."
father's face drained of color.
Then Marcus pulled out a small photo. A faded, slightly crumpled snapshot of him and Matilda in each other's arms —
"This was a few weeks before she left me," Marcus said. "
Mathilda's voice was shaky. "That was years ago. People move on your were just my ex boyfriend."
"But truth doesn't," Marcos snapped.
Then he added, "I don't want revenge. I just want clarity. And if I'm wrong, I'll walk away forever."
He reached into his coat and pulled out a white paper — an official request form.
"I've already booked a DNA test appointment at Mercy Hospital. Tomorrow. 9 a.m."
Emily raised an eyebrow. "That sounds… responsible of you."
Marcus smiled faintly. "Yes. Except it's a trap."
Everyone froze.
"What do you mean?" Backwood asked, voice low.
"I wanted to see if Matilda would come clean before the truth came out. She didn't. So tomorrow, we go to the hospital — but not for a real test. I've already spoken to the lab. We'll see who shows up... and who tries to stop the truth from surfacing."
Matilda sank into the couch looking defeated.
"She lied to you. And to me. But you have the right to know if the child you're raising… is even yours."
much more even given him your company !
Emily chipped in
honey for the sake and sanity of our children this should be between us and not get them involved unduly!!
instigating some unwanted thoughts,
Milicent please walk Amy to her room
boys leave as well
I'm going no where bitch until I get clarity on what he's saying RYDER yelled
and I am not concealing to this trash father replied go upstairs
at once
Ryder's stood up angrily as he pushed his chair back, the sound scraping against the floor, his movements abrupt, and tossed his napkin on the table. "Excuse me," he muttered, already turning away.
The emily followed suit, her face a mask of controlled emotion. She pushed her chair back and stood, her eyes avoiding the others at the table. "I need some air," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
leaving the unfinished meal behind, The tension between Matilda and Father was palpable, a mixture of anger, hurt, and uncertainty hanging in the air like a challenge.