Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 285

Lawrence handed the paternity test report to Jackson. "Do you know why I had Hannah moved out of the psychiatric hospital?"

Jackson's lips parted, but no sound came out. His hands shook uncontrollably as he flipped open the folder.

"I installed a few recording devices in the sanitarium," Lawrence said, his tone eerily calm. "I heard everything."

At first, Hannah had refused to speak to him. The audio files were filled with nothing but Jackson's endless rambling.

He talked about their childhood—practicing dance together, performing on stage, winning their first award as a duo. He reminisced about the joy and glory of their past until his voice choked with emotion.

But Hannah never gave him a single word in response.

That was until Jasper visited. That night, Jackson asked her if she truly loved Lawrence so much that she would sacrifice her own life and child for him.

He blamed himself, saying that if he hadn't lost his mind that night, getting drunk and sleeping with her, things wouldn't have ended up like this.

That was when Hannah finally broke her silence. Her voice was raspy, hollowed out by disuse. She told him to shut up.

In the past, Jackson would never have dared to bring up the secret she had ordered him to take to his grave. But seeing Jasper had shattered his psychological defenses.

He was the boy's biological father, a truth that should have been celebrated, yet he had hidden it for three agonizing years.

But that was more than enough.

Lawrence had listened to the audio loops repeatedly. His transition from blinding rage to absolute icy calm happened faster than he expected.

His and Quentin's suspicions had been dead on. Hannah was faking her current mental illness, weaponizing her diagnosis and her family's love to manipulate them.

He had already submitted the recordings to the police and his legal team. Even if unauthorized audio couldn't be formally admitted in court, it was the critical breakthrough they needed.

"So tell me," Lawrence said, a cynical smirk tugging at his lips. "When exactly did she start putting on this act?"