"Mr. Maximus, has that refreshed your memory, or do I need to continue detailing the real events?"
"Mr. Legrand, I don’t understand… What exactly is your interest in Alexia—my wife?"
"Well, I have something of great importance to tell you. Actually, two things, Mr. Evans.
"First: I regret to inform you that Alexia Levett passed away two days ago. Her wish was finally granted—her heart couldn’t take it anymore, and she lost her life.
"There was no funeral. She was cremated, and her ashes now rest in the Legrand family urn.
"Second, and the real reason I came to see you: I am absolutely certain that you know one of your children isn’t biologically yours. Am I correct?"
Maximus clenched his jaw. "Mr. Legrand, I’m still processing the first thing, and now you’re already jumping to the second?" he replied, not bothering to hide his irritation.
"Maximus Evans, it seems you’ve suddenly remembered that your wife didn’t die in that accident… And that one of your children isn’t actually yours," Pierre said in a dangerously smooth voice.
"Where are you going with this?" Maximus asked, unfazed.
"Mr. Evans, I just want you to know one thing—I am Paul Evans’s biological father," Pierre said without hesitation. "Now that Alexia is gone, I want to meet my son. And you know as well as I do that I have every right to do so."
Maximus narrowed his eyes, his tone turning even colder. "Mr. Legrand, let me ask you something. If you truly are Paul’s father, as you claim, then where have you been all these years? Because as far as I’m concerned, I’ve been the only father my son has ever known."
"You may have been the one to donate the sperm to my wife, but I—I—am the one who has cared for every single one of my children. Maybe not in the best way, but they have never, never, lacked anything.
"So tell me, what makes you think I will allow you to come here and disrupt his life?"
Pierre raised an eyebrow. "So you did know that Paul isn’t your son?" he asked, genuinely surprised.
"Of course, I knew!" Maximus snapped. "But there was never a need to drag that painful truth into the light. My wife and I made mistakes, but I didn’t think it was necessary for those mistakes to blow up in our children’s faces."
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