Chapter 269

Arthur Blackwood's breath hitched, leaving his assistant frozen in fear. Then came Ethan Blackwood’s calm but firm voice: “Clara’s child didn’t die back then. He’s alive. And he’s not just anyone’s kid—he’s mine. That makes him family. Grandpa, are you really going to ignore your own great-grandson?” He’d just dropped a bombshell. And weirdly enough, Ethan wasn’t the kind of guy to jump to conclusions without solid proof. But now, he sounded completely sure, even unapologetically confident. It was like, deep down, he'd already taken Felix Bennett as his son—and not Vincent Bennett’s. That feeling had only grown stronger after spending time with Felix. It wasn’t just about matching blood types. The way Felix acted—his little habits, the way he carried himself—Ethan saw so much of himself in that boy. Even the tiniest quirks felt familiar, like some strange kind of inheritance. And the most telling thing? Whenever they were together, people just naturally assumed Ethan was Felix’s dad. N