Chapter 130 You Are My Daughter
Devon was with Susan, Eva, and Mark at the Moore family house. Still inside the study, Devon drew closer to Mark and whispered something. His voice was so low that Eva and Susan could only hear him speak, not what he said.
"I want you to run an investigation on my son. I want everything," Devon said.
"Yes, boss," Mark replied and exited the study.
Devon shifted his attention to the two ladies.
"Eva, I will need to speak with Susan alone. It's your wedding day next week. So you go get ready and also get some rest," Devon said, and Eva stood up after nodding to Susan and Devon.
Once Susan and Devon were alone, Devon joined Susan on her three-in-one chair.
"Mr Moore, now that Bryce has refused to marry me, what are we going to do?" Susan asked.
"He must marry you. It is the only way I can transfer everything to you, so we can have it all," Devon said, and Susan frowned.
"What are you talking about?" Susan asked.
"Susan, it's time you know," Devon said, and Susan just stared at him, wondering what she was supposed to know.
She only wanted to marry Bryce because she liked him, and she could not bear the fact that Angela was with Bryce.
"Susan, what I am about to tell you will shock you, but I want you to remain calm. Whatever I did, I did it for you," Devon said, and Susan stared at him, confused.
"Susan, you are my daughter," Devon said, and Susan's eyes widened.
"Wait, I am your what!" Susan freaked out.
"Calm down, Susan," Devon said as he pulled Susan back to her seat.
"If I am your daughter, then Bryce is my brother. So why will you want me to marry him?" Susan asked. "Wait, how?" she asked, still confused.
"Susan, what happened? I would not call cheating," Devon began. "The woman you know as your mum is your mother, but the man you knew as your father was not your father," he said.
"You slept with my mum?" Susan asked, not sure whether to be happy that Devon was her real father.
"I did, but that was a request from the man you called father," Devon said.
"What are you talking about?" Susan asked, staring at Devon with a confused expression.
"Mr McClean had a problem, and he couldn't father a child. He couldn't even get it to stand up. He and his wife asked me to help cover their shame. They didn't want to adopt. This is how I became your father," Devon explained and waited for Susan's reaction.
"I am glad you are my father, but that means I can't marry Bryce," Susan expressed, staring back at Devon.
"On the contrary, you can," Devon said and smiled.
He was happy Susan was not mad at him.
"How?" Susan asked, but immediately figured it out. "Bryce is not your son?" she asked.
"He is not. He is my brother's son," Devon said. "My wife and my brother's wife had their babies at the same time, but my wife lost her daughter. So I had the babies swapped," he explained.
"So where is Bryce's mother?" Susan asked.
"Hearing the news that her child died, she went into cardiac arrest and died," Devon lied, recalling the day he swapped the babies.
Devon took Bryce from the baby's cot and replaced him with his dead child, but before he could leave, Bryce's mother woke up. He returned and injected her with something. She couldn't speak again. Devon returned to his wife's ward with the baby boy. He later met his brother, who informed him that his wife had died.
"Mr Moore," Susan called out to Devon and snapped her fingers in his face.
Devon snapped out of his moment and shifted his gaze to Susan.
"I was calling you," Susan said, and Devon apologised. "Anyway, I can't believe I am a Moore," Susan said, smiling.
"But you still have to marry Bryce," Devon said, and Susan turned to stare at him with a frown.
"Why?" Susan asked, feeling that, being a Moore, she already is entitled to the money and power of the Moore family.
"I am the second child. My brother was my father's beloved, and he inherited everything when our father died. I killed him, hoping to get the inheritance, but for some crazy reason, he willed everything to Bryce. I became a caretaker because Bryce was still young. Now that he is an adult, if he finds out, he will take everything away. The only way I can get my hands on the inheritance is through Bryce's wife. This is why I want you to marry him," Devon said, and Susan frowned, but her expression changed after she figured it out.
"Wait, you want me to marry Bryce and transfer the inheritance to my name? That way, Bryce is left with nothing," Susan said.
"Yes," Devon replied.
"Okay, I am in. How do we get him to marry me?" Susan asked.
"Bryce is very traditional. We need to make another attempt at drugging him. Leave evidence to create an impression that you two slept together. Give yourself some time and tell him you are pregnant. He would take responsibility for you. We will have our chance," Devon said, and they both smiled.
"Sounds like a plan, but I can't believe you killed your brother," Susan pointed out.
"You killed my wife and daughter," Devon said, and Susan was surprised.
"You knew?" Susan asked, surprised Devon knew.
"Yes, I do, but those two were a pain," Devon replied.
"Wait, you never loved your wife and daughter? Wait! Is she your daughter?" Susan asked.
"She had a weird character like her mum. It never made me love her. I didn't hate her, but I didn't love her enough to be affected by anything that happened to her," Devon explained.
"I see," Susan replied.
"So now how do we drug Bryce?" Susan asked.
"I have asked Mark to investigate him. I need to know his connection with the Davis family. Once we have that, we can think of something," Devon said, and Susan nodded.
Back at Bryce's apartment, he went to his study to pick up a wristwatch he had left in his drawer. His gaze fell on the brown envelope lying on the table. It was Martin's investigation outcome on Angela Anderson. Bryce put on his watch and, recalling the details of Ian's report, he felt angry and hurt at the same time. He picked up the envelope after putting on his wristwatch and brought out the documents. He was not sure why he did that, but his eyes widened when he read the first paragraph of the report and the accompanying evidence.