Chapter 267 - The Child

"Is it because of what happened between us?" Danson asked secretively as he glanced at the driver to make sure he wasn't listening.

The driver quickly cleared his throat and focused on the road.

"We're both a.d.u.l.ts. Why are you making such a big fuss?" Danson asked in a quiet voice.

Marissa continued to look out the window and laughed at herself in ridicule, "Yes, we're both a.d.u.l.ts. I guess it was too childish of me to think that there was actually something between us."

"Something between us? You're the one that's been obsessed with Emerson all these years..." 

The car fell silent again. The tension between the two could not be resolved.

Just before the car pulled up at the Qian Family Home, Danson said one last thing, "Fine, I'll buy the company off you. You can sell the house, I don't want it...Do what you want. I don't care."

Marissa smiled helplessly as she stepped out of the car. It was clear that this man wanted nothing to do with her. Since he wasn't holding her back, she had no reason to stick around shamelessly.

The best thing for her to do now was to sell everything and start a new life with her son.

So, even though it was already 11pm at night, she packed her things and decided she couldn't live under the same roof as Danson for another night. As she walked out the door, she said, "My lawyer will contact you tomorrow about the company. As for the house, the auctioneer will come by tomorrow to put a value on the place and arrange an auction date. I will give you one month to move out. Since everything in the house belonged to your father, I won't be taking any of it with me, you can keep it, sell it, throw it out...whatever..."

Danson frowned but he did not say a word. There was no reason to hold onto someone that only brought him endless pain...

...

Everything progressed quickly. The lawyers met with Danson the next day and went over the paperwork for his father's PR company, and within a few days, the company was officially returned into his hands.

At this time, Danson's mother received news of what was happening and began to investigate Marissa. It was suspicious for this woman to sell everything within a week after her ex-husband's will was finalized. And even stranger, she left the country in a hurry.

Of course, she had no idea about Marissa's relationship with Danson so she came to look for her son. "Why did you buy the company from her. It was originally yours anyway. She never deserved it. She scammed your father," Marcia Zhe complained.

"Mom, it doesn't matter if she was genuine or not. If you look at the company's growth over the past few years, it's clear that we would have gone bankrupt already without her," Danson explained. "Just let her go..."

"But, Danson! She's such a liar!" At that moment, Danson's mother pulled out a folder. "I hired a private investigator to follow her and look what I discovered."

As she placed the folder on the desk a photo slipped out.

Danson picked it up and saw a picture of Marissa walking down the street, holding hands with a little boy. 

"Marissa's parents migrated to Singapore not long after she got married to your father. At that time, no one thought anything strange about it. But, after my investigation, I realized why they did it: they've been hiding this child," Marcia frowned as she tapped her finger on the photo.

"Who's this child? Why are they hiding him?" Danson asked.

"That child is Marissa's son! She scammed your father so she could use the money to support that child!" Marcia accused. "She's been sending her parents money every month to pay for the child's expenses and now she's run off to Singapore to join him."

"Marissa's son?" Danson questioned. He looked at the photo again. Judging by the height of the child, he looked roughly 9-10 years old.

At that moment, there was knock on Danson's door. "I called Lawyer Meng here for advice," Marcia said. "What do you think Lawyer Meng? I sent you what we discovered. Can we sue her?" 

Morton approached the mother and son and shook his head, "Mr. Qian knew about the child..."

Marcia looked at the lawyer in shock, "He knew about the child?!"

Morton nodded, "He said that if anyone questioned the existence of the child, I should just tell them that he knew and for them to leave it. It will not affect Mrs. Qian's inheritance and she cannot be sued for it. He knew about the child before he married her."

His father knew about the child and kept it a secret for Marissa. Why? Danson continued to stare at the photo and had an odd feeling in his heart. Then without a word, he rushed out and jumped into his car. There was one person that definitely knew the answer.

After a short drive, Danson stopped across the road from a small public park. 

Sitting in the middle were a bunch of old people playing chess.

He walked straight up to the old people and spotted the person he was looking for sitting in the middle. "Uncle Wei!" he called.

An old man looked at him with a friendly smile. "Young Master," he said.

He then excused himself from his chess game and walked calmly over to Danson. "I heard you've taken over your father's company. He would be proud if he knew."

Uncle Wei had been the personal assistant of Danson's father for over 40 years and he only retired after his father's death. These days, he spent most of his time playing chess in the park, so Danson had a feeling he would be here.

"Uncle Wei, there's something I want to ask you," Danson said straightforwardly.

Uncle Wei looked at the young man with curiosity. "What is it?" he asked.

Danson pulled out the photo from earlier and showed it to the old man, "Who is this child?"

Uncle Wei glanced at the photo of Marissa and her son and looked into Danson's eyes. The anxiousness in his eyes showed that he already suspected something. "I think...you already know..." the old man said slowly.

Danson's eyes opened wide with disbelief. He originally dismissed his suspicions because they seemed too farfetched to be true, but the old man's response suddenly made anything seem possible. So, he took a deep breath and hesitated for a second before he asked with a slightly trembling voice, "Is this my son?"