Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 398

When Oscar tried to pull up memories of Lance as a child, all he could picture was a defiant, rebellious kid who refused to be tamed.

Darwin's expression darkened, and he waved him off dismissively. "I'm not talking about this. Get out of here. Don't ruin my bonding time with my great-grandson."

He had leveraged the hospital showdown to finally win Jasper's favor, and he wasn't about to waste a single second of this hard-earned playtime on Oscar.

Oscar gave Jasper a complicated look before pressing on. "Dad, all those things that happened when Lance was little... did he ever say he felt wronged? Did he ever tell you the truth?"

Seeing Sarah's mask slip had triggered a tidal wave of guilt, and Oscar was desperate for answers. He needed to know if it had all been a massive misunderstanding or if...

Was his own son truly as vicious as they had always believed?

"What childhood?" Darwin scoffed coldly. "I'm an old man. My memory isn't what it used to be. I don't remember any ancient history. If you really want the truth, or if you actually want to make amends, you should be asking Lance, not me."

He refused to give a straight answer, but his underlying tone confirmed Oscar's worst fears: there was absolutely a hidden truth behind the past.

Sensing the heavy tension in the air, Jasper gently tugged on Darwin's sleeve. "Great-grandpa, I thought you were pushing the swing. Are you tired?"

"Don't underestimate me, kiddo! I'm as strong as an ox," Darwin chuckled warmly, giving the swing another solid push.

The flawless, joyful dynamic between the old man and the boy gnawed at Oscar's curiosity. "Dad, who exactly is this boy?"

"You already know the answer. This is Lance's son," Darwin stated flatly.

He didn't elaborate, but the sheer weight of the confirmation made Oscar's stomach drop. Lance's son.

If this were just some random kid Camilla had brought into the relationship, Darwin would never dote on him this intensely. This boy was blood.

Oscar couldn't bring himself to leave. He stepped closer and knelt in front of Jasper, carefully studying the boy's features. The longer he looked, the more he recognized the striking, undeniable resemblance to a young Lance.

A surge of overwhelming emotion flooded his chest. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the low growl of a car engine echoed behind him. Lance and Camilla stepped out of the vehicle. The moment Lance spotted Oscar, his expression iced over. "Why are you here?"

"I... I had some business with your grandfather. Lance, I'm your father, I—" Oscar stammered. Realizing the horrifying truth about the past had completely shattered his usual arrogant bravado, leaving him hesitant and deeply uncomfortable.

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