Chapter 2 - Arthur Reclaims His True Family
The heavy silence inside the grand American banquet hall felt thick enough to suffocate everyone present.
Arthur Kincaid stood tall over the polished marble floor, his cold blue eyes fixed entirely on his trembling son.
Marcus took an involuntary step backward, his face draining of all color as the terrifying reality set in.
“Dad... I didn't know she was...” Marcus stammered, his usual arrogant corporate demeanor completely shattering into dust.
Arthur ignored him entirely, kneeling slowly beside Evelyn on the cold floor to check on little Lily.
“You never bothered to know,” Arthur murmured, his voice laced with a lethal fury that silenced the entire room.
He reached out, his weathered hand gently touching Evelyn’s bruised cheek with profound, agonizing paternal tenderness.
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“Are you alright, my child?” Arthur asked softly, ignoring the stunned gasps echoing from the wealthy socialites behind them.
Evelyn nodded through her tears, clutching her bleeding daughter tighter against her chest as the security guards froze.
