Chapter 403 Reunion



Villain Ch 403. Reunion

The shock of the revelation hit Allen like a tidal wave, and emotions swirled inside him, leaving him momentarily speechless. His gaze remained fixed on Jordan, the friendly-looking middle-aged man sitting before him. Allen hadn't been prepared for this unexpected turn of events, but amidst the whirlwind of emotions, there was a profound sense of happiness.

Finally, he had come face to face with his biological father. The idea of meeting Jordan, a man who not only shared his blood but also his hobbies and gaming skills, filled Allen with a strange mix of joy and disbelief. In fact, it suddenly struck him that his gaming prowess might very well have been inherited from Jordan.

Allen's mind was a whirlwind of confusion, questions, and emotions. So many thoughts raced through his head at once, like a storm raging within.

Why do they look different? Is it because Allen was more like his mother? What if Jordan doesn't want to accept Allen? Does that mean Emma is Allen's other sister? Wait... no, instead of that what's crazy is that he just realized that his dad is the owner of the gaming empire. Doesn't that make Allen a rich young master?

All these thoughts and emotions converged within him, yet Allen found himself unable to articulate a single word.

Inside his mind, Allen berated himself. 'C'mon! Speak, dumbass!' he shouted internally. He knew that despite Jordan's vast wealth and success, recognizing him as his own flesh and blood might prove to be an uphill battle.

But it wasn't Allen who broke the silence. Instead, it was Jordan who finally spoke, his brow furrowing as he observed Allen's pale visage. "What's wrong, Allen? You look like you've seen a ghost," he remarked, his eyes trained on Allen's face. Jordan could read the turmoil in Allen's expression like an open book, yet he awaited Allen's own words to confirm what both of them were likely thinking.

"Alex Frostbane," Allen suddenly blurted out, his voice tinged with nervousness. It was the only connection he could think of that would tie him to Jordan, and he desperately hoped it wouldn't make him appear deceitful.

Jordan furrowed his brows, looking at Allen with a hint of curiosity. "Yes?" he replied, his voice carrying a sense of intrigue.

"Someone named Alex Frostbane came to my parent's house in FaeBridge Town a few weeks ago. Do you know who he is?" Allen continued, the anxiety in his voice palpable. His heart raced in his chest, each beat echoing in the silence of the room.

Jordan leaned back in his chair, his expression pensive for a moment. "Alex Frostbane," he repeated thoughtfully, as if trying to recall something. Then, realization dawned on his face. "Ah, yes. He's my assistant," Jordan confirmed, his voice remaining surprisingly composed.

Allen felt a strange mix of emotions swirling within him. This was a moment he had been anticipating and dreading for a long time.

Summoning his courage once more, Allen continued, his voice tinged with nervousness, "My brother told me about Alex, that he was looking for my mom. My brother also mentioned my name." He watched Jordan closely, trying to gauge his reaction.

Allen took a deep breath and forged ahead, "My mom had me because of one night stand with a mysterious man twenty years ago, and I've been trying to find my biological dad lately." He met Jordan's gaze, his eyes filled with uncertainty. "So, I wonder if you are...."

"Yes. I also think the same thing, Allen," Jordan interrupted him with the same calm tone. His eyes were fixed on the nervous young man.

Allen was taken aback. "You knew?" Allen couldn't help but ask, curiosity creeping into his voice as he searched Jordan's eyes for answers.

Jordan shook his head slowly from side to side, his expression unwavering. "I also just found out about you," he admitted candidly. "That's why I invited you to come. I want to know whether it's really you or not."

Allen's nod was filled with a mixture of relief and anticipation.

Jordan's voice held a tinge of sadness as he spoke, empathy evident in his eyes. "It seems like you faced a lot of difficult times in your childhood," he remarked softly. "Alex told me that your mom didn't even mention your name at all."

Allen nodded, his own smile carrying a sense of sorrow. "Yeah," he replied, his voice heavy with the weight of memories. "It was a mistake, and my presence destroyed my mom's life. She even had baby blues and almost killed me when I was a baby." He didn't need to mention that; it was something his grandparents had told him when he was old enough to understand.

As the words lingered in the air, the room seemed to grow heavier with the weight of their shared burdens. Jordan's sad smile mirrored Allen's own sense of melancholy, and a deep understanding passed between them, connecting their pasts in a way neither of them had expected.

They sat in contemplative silence for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts. Then, Jordan leaned back in his chair, breaking the silence with a sigh. "Life has a way of throwing us into difficult situations, doesn't it?" he mused, his eyes far away as he reminisced about his own trials and tribulations.

Allen couldn't help but agree. "It certainly does," he replied, his voice tinged with resignation.

Jordan's gaze shifted back to Allen, and there was a newfound warmth in his eyes. "You know," he began, his tone contemplative, "I always wondered if I had a child out there somewhere."

Allen's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You did?"

Jordan nodded. "Yes. And I'm grateful it's you," he confirmed. "Since everything has settled. So, the last thing that must be proven is to check whether we are indeed related by blood or not. I will contact you for the DNA test," said Jordan with a determined tone.

Allen nodded in agreement. "It's the final piece of the puzzle."