Chapter 52 Chapter 52. The Baby Was Yours
That baby was clearly not Evander’s, so why was he acting so frantic? Zephyr genuinely did not understand.
Evander roared like a crazy male and swung his fist at Zephyr again. But Zephyr had seen it coming. He tilted his head and dodged, the punch only grazing his skin and leaving a burning sting behind.
“The bastard in her belly is dead. And I’ll tell you more. I was the one who ordered the doctor to cut it out and throw it straight into the crematorium.”
Zephyr could not stand the thought of anyone caring about that baby. The more someone cared, the more he wanted to provoke them.
Evander screamed in despair. “Zephyr, you didn’t even spare your own flesh and blood. You’re a demon!”
Zephyr froze. “My baby? Are you lying to me? Zoria’s previous pregnancy was never mine.”
Hatred consumed Evander to the point where he wanted nothing more than to tear Zephyr apart and shred him into pieces.
That baby was a permanent scar in Zoria’s heart. Now that Zephyr had torn it open so brutally, she felt pain so intense she could barely breathe. When she thought of the baby, her abdomen twisted violently, as if something inside her was being wrung tight, throwing her entire body into turmoil.
Evander spoke coldly. “You think the baby Zoria was carrying miscarried during the bone marrow donation?”
Zephyr sneered. Was that not the truth? The report clearly showed the fetus was only three months along. The DNA results did not match his at all. How could it possibly be his offspring?
Yet when he saw the certainty in Evander’s eyes, a strange sense of unease and doubt crept into Zephyr’s heart.
“You two get out. Don’t show up in front of me again.” Zoria’s voice trembled. Her face was ashen, her lips drained of color.
Evander looked at her. Zoria looked terrifyingly weak now. A few months ago, even though she had been pale, she still had some spark of life. Now she looked worn down, her eyes empty. Deep within her blue pupils was nothing but despair, so chilling it sent a shiver down his spine.
Evander pushed himself up from the floor, his face full of guilt. He felt he had failed Zoria. He had promised Uncle Kieran he would take good care of her, yet not only had he failed to do so, he had let her suffer so much by Zephyr’s side.
“If you want to know the truth, then go outside.”
Zephyr watched Evander’s retreating figure, then turned to glance at Zoria, who was curled up under the blanket.
An indescribable panic rose in Zephyr’s chest. He followed Evander out. What truth? Surely Evander just wanted to fabricate something to protect Zoria and that bastard offspring. He wanted to see what kind of story Evander could possibly make up.
“Go on. Let me see how big a lie you can spin,” Zephyr said coldly. He trusted what his own eyes had seen. The offspring Zoria was carrying back then was definitely a bastard and absolutely could not have been his.
“When did Zoria’s baby die?”
“Three months ago.”
That was right after Zoria had finished her ultrasound at his hospital. At that time, the pregnancy had already been four months along. The fetus was clearly formed and had even begun to move.
When Zoria had come to him, her belly was noticeably rounded. Her eyes were full of grief, yet she still forced a smile. No one knew better than he did how much she loved that baby.
And yet the baby had been cruelly killed by its own biological father. Evander suddenly hated himself. He hated that he had not been by Zoria’s side back then to protect her.
Seeing Evander fall silent, Zephyr assumed he had been caught off guard and sneered. “If Zoria didn’t miscarry during the bone marrow donation, how could the fetus only be three months old?”
“Who told you the fetus was only three months?”
“Of course the doctor who performed the bone marrow donation checked it.”
Evander could not imagine how many injustices Zoria had endured after being framed again and again.
“Call that doctor here. Let’s confront him face to face and see exactly how many months that fetus really was.”
Zephyr fell silent. That doctor had already gone abroad, and he had no idea where to find him for a confrontation. But even without a witness, he still had evidence.
“I have the test results. The offspring in Zoria’s womb was not mine.”
For a long time, Zephyr had ordered investigators to use the DNA report to search for the offspring’s biological father, but months passed without any results.
Evander sneered. "Perfect. I’ve got one too."
Zephyr had his assistant bring the file over. Evander took it, and the moment he glanced at it, his expression shifted. The smile on his lips turned cold and sinister, and he clenched the report so hard the veins on the back of his hand stood out.
"Just because of this, you believed that doctor, believed the baby Zoria is carrying isn’t yours?" As soon as he finished speaking, he flung the paternity report straight into Zephyr’s face. Evander’s eyes were bloodshot, like he was about to charge at Zephyr, but the guards behind him held him tight.
Evander roared until his voice went hoarse. "Zephyr, you animal! Other than you, Zoria was never intimate with any other male! This report is fake. Someone tampered with it!"
Zephyr’s face darkened. "So you say it’s fake and that makes it fake?"
He didn’t believe that offspring was his, and he didn’t dare to believe it either. But some things were never up to what he wanted to believe. When the truth was right in front of him, the more terrified he was, the more he had to face it.
Evander pulled his phone from his pocket, opened something on the screen, then tossed it in front of Zephyr. "Take a good look for yourself."
Zephyr picked up the phone and read. It was the complete record of Zoria’s hospital visits, spanning from seven months ago to three months ago. This was exactly what he had ordered his assistant to investigate but never managed to find. He hadn’t expected it to be in Evander’s hands.