Ford didn't answer.
He crouched down, wrapping an arm around York, and pointed at Finn.
"Be a good boy, York. Tell everyone, what do you call him?"
"Daddy," York called out again.
Every gaze in the room was pinned on Finn.
Chloe lowered her eyes, masking the wild excitement in her gaze.
She had finally waited for this day. She was about to secure her rightful status.
Holding her wine glass, Yolanda couldn't suppress the smirk on her lips.
Her eldest son's move was brilliant. This was the most effective way to handle someone like Finn, who valued family deeply and prioritized their interests above everything else.
After all, Finn's thirty years of education had constantly drilled into him that the family's interests must come first.
The brainwashing had been incredibly successful.
Today, they were forcing Finn into a corner. He had to accept it, whether he wanted to or not.
Unless he dared to publicly declare that York wasn't his son.
Yolanda was certain that Finn would rather die than say something like that.
The reporters' cameras were trained relentlessly on Finn.
Under the crystal chandeliers, the flashes were dazzling.
Sienna stood there, looking at York, and then at Finn.
She didn't speak, quietly waiting for his decision.
However, no matter what decision Finn made today, it wouldn't change her plan.
Sienna had been hurt before, and she would never hold onto any expectations for him again.
Finn stared at the little hand reaching out to him.
His heart was ruthlessly squeezed.
York's eyes were bright, innocent, and pure. He was so young; he had absolutely no idea what was happening.
He only had one thought—he wanted his daddy.
Finn closed his eyes as agonizing pain spread through his veins.
He remembered that night three years ago.



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