Chapter 139: Who is the Father?
Sienna leaned against Octavina, her face a mask of greed and fawning smiles. "Don't worry, Auntie. I won't let you down. This child will be the most prestigious heir the Green family has ever seen."
"Enough!"
Damian stood up so abruptly he knocked over the coffee table. Coffee splashed across the rug, leaving a dark, ugly stain.
That suffocating feeling of disgust washed over him again. Looking at these two women—one his mother, the other his mistress—he realized they both spoke of love while their eyes saw only profit and calculation.
He thought of Evelyn again. She had never demanded anything from him. Even during the hardest years when Omni Group’s capital chain broke, she had quietly sold her own jewelry to keep them afloat.
And yet, he had personally destroyed the only woman who had ever loved him unconditionally.
"Damian? What’s wrong?" Sienna reached out to grab his arm.
Damian recoiled from her touch with visible loathing. He adjusted his tie, his face cold. "I have a meeting at the office. You two enjoy your chat."
He strode out without looking back.
Once the door closed, Octavina ignored his departure. She refocused her sharp gaze on Sienna’s belly.
"Alright, now it’s just us," Octavina said, her tone turning stern. "Show me your prenatal reports. Also, when was your last period? Are you having morning sickness? I don't trust your current doctor. Tomorrow, I’ll arrange for the Green family’s private physician to take over your file."
The smile froze on Sienna’s face. Cold sweat began to trickle down her back.
"The... the reports are back at my apartment. I forgot them," Sienna stammered, her eyes darting around. "The sickness... it’s okay, just some nausea. But a private doctor isn't necessary, is it? I’m very comfortable with my current one. I’m afraid a new person will stress me out, and that wouldn't be good for the baby."
Octavina narrowed her eyes. The panic was too obvious.
"Sienna," Octavina’s voice dropped an octave. "The Green bloodline must be perfect. If you’re playing games with me..."
"How could I, Madam!" Sienna shrieked, her voice pitching high with nerves. "This is Damian’s child! I wouldn't dare joke about that!"
Octavina stared at her for several long seconds until Sienna’s skin crawled. Finally, Octavina snorted and stood up. "I hope so. Remember, only by birthing an heir do you earn the right to enter the Green household."
With that, she picked up her bag and left with her head held high.
As soon as she was gone, Sienna collapsed onto the sofa, the strength drained from her body. Her hands shook as she pulled her phone from her bag and dialed a number with no contact name.
The phone rang for a long time before an oily, older man answered, the clatter of Mahjong tiles loud in the background.
"Why are you calling now? I told you not to bother me."
"I miss you, babe..." Sienna whispered. "Listen... I’m pregnant."
"Then get an abortion. It’s not like I haven't given you money," the man said impatiently.
"No... I mean, the Greens are suspicious. They’re checking everything. They want detailed reports and their own doctor." Sienna bit her nail until it nearly bled. "I got you that investment contract, didn't I? You have to handle the doctor for me! If Damian finds out the baby is yours, I’m dead, and you won't have it easy either!"
The line went silent for a few seconds. Then the man cursed. "Stupid girl! You can't even clean up your own mess? Fine. I’ll have someone deal with the hospital data. Keep your mouth shut and don't slip up!"
Sienna hung up, staring at the black screen with madness in her eyes. There was no way back. She had to gamble.
In the waiting area outside the hospital ward, Ryan leaned against the wall, reading a faxed document. His assistant had used underground connections to lean on the assistant of Sienna’s doctor until they talked.
"Sir, this woman has nerves of steel," the assistant marveled over the phone. "She is pregnant, but the timing is all wrong. Based on the embryo size, Damian was on a business trip in Europe during that window. He wasn't even in New York."
"Also, the doctor's assistant admitted Sienna paid the OB-GYN twenty thousand dollars to falsify the gestational age on the ultrasound."
Ryan looked at the date on the file, a cruel smile touching his lips. Finally, he had the perfect blade.
"Make a copy of the real report and mail it anonymously to Damian," Ryan ordered calmly. "Make sure it gets into his hands directly. Don't let Octavina or Sienna intercept it. I want Damian to see the horns on his own head with his own eyes."
"Understood."
Ryan tucked the file away and pushed open the ward door. Evelyn was propped up against her pillows, her face as pale as paper, staring at her phone.
"What is it?" Ryan walked over and felt her forehead to check for a fever.
Evelyn didn't speak. She simply turned the screen toward him. It was a text from Damian.
Evelyn, I know the situation with Sophie is hard. I shouldn't bother you now, but I need to see you. I want to explain the misunderstandings—about the child, and about our future. Can you give me ten minutes? I'm at the café downstairs.
The words were thick with a nauseating sense of devotion and superiority, as if he expected her to crawl to him the moment he offered an explanation.
"Still as arrogant as ever," Ryan sneered, taking the phone from her hand.
"I don't want to see him," Evelyn said. "But I’m afraid if I don't go, he’ll do something crazy again."
"He won't get the chance." Ryan’s fingers flew across the screen. "People like him aren't worth the breath."
He hit send and tossed the phone back on the bed. The reply was a single, icy sentence:
No need. See you in court.
Evelyn looked at the text, and the feeling of being haunted by Damian finally lifted. She looked up at Ryan. He stood tall against the window light, a shield against the filth of the world.
"Ryan... is Sienna’s pregnancy real?"
Ryan turned, a meaningful smile on his face. "It’s real."
Evelyn’s heart sank. Even though she was done with Damian, the confirmation of his betrayal still felt like a needle to the heart.
"However," Ryan leaned in, his voice low and amused, "the father might not be him."
Evelyn’s eyes widened. "You mean..."
"Just wait for the show," Ryan said, gently tucking her in. "The Green family is about to tear each other apart."