Chapter 152 So You Buried Her Fast
Chapter 152 So You Buried Her Fast
Waylon and Flynn’s expressions had turned grim.
“Mr. Baron, there’s something I’m not sure I should ask.”
Flynn was the one who finally spoke.
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Waylon, after all, was the elder; it didn’t feel appropriate for him to press, though his face clearly darkened.
Baron, of course, noticed their reaction.
Their expressions were far better than those of Natalie’s foster parents in the Summers family.
“Go ahead.”
Baron rose and began brewing a pot of tea for Waylon and Flynn.
He wasn’t the kind of man who brewed tea for just anyone.
The two before him–one his father–inw by blood, the other Natalie’s brother—had treated Natalie decently enough; because of that, he was willing to engage with them.
As for whether Natalie would acknowledge them, Baron still had to wait for her decision.
Watching Baron calmly prepare tea, Flynn felt a flicker of
anger.
“Mr. Baron, I want to ask–what exactly is your rtionship with my sister right now?”
Calling her <i>my </i><i>sister </i>made Baron’s hand pause slightly.
“You’d better stick with Ms. Summers for now. She hasn’t made her stance clear yet. Yes, the test proves you’re family, but what kind of family doesn’t even know their daughter is alive for over twenty years?”
There was a thread of reproach woven through Baron’s words.
If the Stone family had discovered the baby switch earlier, would Natalie have suffered so
much?
Waylon’s aura copsed in an instant.
“To tell you the truth, the situation back then wasplicated. Not long after Natalie was born,
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my wife developed postpartum depression. She could
n’t bear to let the servants care for the baby, insisted on doing it herself, but she wasn’t strong enough. One day, while nursing, the baby suffocated. My wife broke downpletely; she nearly followed the child into the grave.”
He let out a heavy sigh as he spoke of the past.
“I know–you probably think I failed as a father, that I wasn’t strict enough about how we handled our child’s death. But I was also a husband. My wife had just endured childbirth, only to face the loss of our daughter; her depression had spiraled. Faced with that, I had to put the living first, didn’t I?<b>” </b>
Waylon’s exnation was reasonable enough; still, Baron’s gaze hardened.
“So you buried your daughter in a rush? You didn’t even bother confirming whether she was truly your child?”
His voice was frigid, stripping away all courtesy.
Waylon had spent decadesmanding the business world; few had ever dared confront him so bluntly.
Flynn started to speak, but Waylon stopped him.
He met Baron’s eyes directly.
And from them, he saw just how deeply Baron loved Natalie.
The seasoned businessman suddenly felt heat sting his eyes.
“Of course not. Natalie was the princess our entire family had prayed for; even if she had died, how could we have treated it carelessly? I remember–we asked rtives to arrange a paternity test beforeying her to rest.”
Waylon frowned as he recalled, his voice low. “My wife, Ruby, was in terrible shape, and Flynn was still so young. I couldn’t handle everything on my own. I asked my younger brother, Xenon, to take care of it. At the time, Ruby would try to kill herself whenever anyone mentioned our daughter. I couldn’t let her see the child again. So I entrusted everything to my brother, insisting he get a test done. The results from back then are still locked in my safe.”
From the look on Waylon’s face, Baron could tell he wasn’t lying. Hearing that there had been a paternity test, Baron had to admit Waylon’s actions hadn’t been careless,
His expression softened slightly.
“Sit. Have some tea. It’s a fine green.”
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Baron poured three cups with smooth precision and set them before himself and the two
men.
Waylon watched the way he handled the tea, unable to resist giving him another look.
<i>They </i><i>said </i><i>Baron </i><i>was </i><i>a </i><i>ruthless </i><i>devil </i>who <i>killed </i><i>without </i><i>blinking</i><i>, </i><i>cruel </i><i>and </i><i>violent</i><i>, </i><i>never </i><i>kind </i><i>to </i><i>anyone</i><i>. </i><i>But </i><i>a </i><i>man </i>who <i>could </i><i>brew </i><i>tea </i><i>with </i><i>such </i><i>skill</i><i>. </i><i>Could </i><i>he </i><i>really </i><i>be </i>so <i>heartless</i><i>? </i>Waylon suspected the rumors about Baron were wrong. <fn6f6c> Newest update provided by </fn6f6c>
Or perhaps Baron simply didn’t want outsiders to see this side of him.
Waylon pulled Flynn down to sit opposite Baron and raised his cup.
The aroma was rich; the taste, calming.
Only when he saw Waylon drink did Baron continue, “Now that the DNA test is out, it proves Natalie is your daughter, the one you thought died back then. Which raises the question—what happened with that original test? Mr. Waylon, didn’t you ever ask your good brother about it?”
The crux of it ally with Waylon’s younger brother.
Waylon sighed at Baron’s question. “My brother has already passed away.”
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