Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 611

That single sentence utterly annihilated his entire world.

Julian's composure imploded completely. A monstrous wave of rage, tangled with the humiliating reality of being manipulated and played for a fool, crashed over him. His chest heaved violently, his bloodshot eyes taking on a demonic glare.

Not saying a word, he crushed the report in his fist. Suddenly, he threw a devastating punch straight into the marble wall beside him.

A sickening thud echoed through the corridor.

The skin on his knuckles instantly split open, and blood began to steadily drip down his fingers, splattering onto the pristine floor in a gruesome display of violence.

Startled out of her wits, Susannah tore the crumpled paper from his bleeding hand. One glance at the bolded text sent all the blood rushing to her head. She let out a horrifying shriek.

Her face turned ghostly pale. Staggering backward, she leaned against the wall for support, her voice quivering hysterically. "No biological relation... how... how is this possible? What on earth is going on?"

Julian let his bloody hand drop to his side, his eyes burning with lethal hatred. "What do you think is going on? Our entire family has been played like a bunch of idiots by Vivienne Sinclair! This precious little prince that we've worshiped and pampered for three years isn't my son! He's just some bastard she had with another man!"

The word "bastard" hit Susannah like a sledgehammer to the chest.

She trembled uncontrollably, shaking her head as her mind completely rejected the truth. Her eyes red with madness, she screamed, "Impossible! It's impossible! How could she? How dare she deceive the Sinclair family? Where is she?! I demand to see her! I will confront her face-to-face!"

"See her?" Julian let out a dark, deranged laugh. He was well past the point of sanity. "She's already locked up. Academic fraud, corporate espionage—she's facing multiple federal charges. She's sitting in the Metropolitan Detention Center right now, waiting for her sentencing."

Hearing that Vivienne was in prison didn't spark a single ounce of pity in Susannah. Instead, sheer terror seized her. If Vivienne was truly a criminal mastermind, then the DNA test was unequivocally real.

A violent wave of dizziness hit her, her knees buckling.

She thought back to three years ago when Toby was born. Discovering he was the eldest Sinclair heir, she had been ecstatic, throwing a lavish full-moon banquet to broadcast the news to all of New York's high society. She thought about how, for the past three years, she had bent over backward to tolerate Vivienne's vanity, arrogance, and bottomless greed—all for the sake of the Sinclair bloodline. She had turned a blind eye to the millions Vivienne squandered and the chaos she caused, simply because she had birthed the precious heir.

And now, she was being told that this golden grandchild, whom she had poured all her love into, had absolutely nothing to do with their family? He wasn't Julian's child?

"Not my daddy?" Toby sobbed from the floor, thoroughly bewildered. Huge tears cascaded down his cheeks as absolute panic set in. How could Julian not be his daddy? Then who was?

Ignoring the sting in his knees, Toby pushed himself up and clung desperately to Julian's leg. "You are my daddy! I just want my daddy. I don't want to leave!"

Though he was too young to grasp the betrayal, he knew one thing for certain: he absolutely refused to leave the Sinclair estate.

He had grown up drowning in wealth and privilege, surrounded by maids who catered to his every whim. Everyone bowed to him, gave him whatever he wanted, and ensured his life was perfectly carefree. That mansion was his only home. He claimed it as his kingdom and refused to be thrown out.

Staring down at the boy's terrified, desperate clinging, Julian felt zero sympathy. His heart was nothing but a pit of disgust over being scammed. He sneered, "That is not your home. You are not a Sinclair. Wait quietly. I'll be having you shipped out and permanently banished from the family before the day is over."

With that final blow, he didn't spare another glance at the hysterically sobbing child on the floor. He turned his back and walked away without looking back.

In the empty corridor, the only sound left was Toby's agonizing wails echoing against the cold walls.