The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 424

Laura's emotions were spiraling out of control. Sensing the tension, Wesley quickly stepped in and said, "Dr. Elim, Mr. Mark, could you step outside for a moment? I need to calm Laura down."

Natalie noticed the situation and knew that Laura was not ready to open up just yet. She exchanged a glance with Marcus before leading him out of the room.

Behind the closed door, Wesley pulled Laura into his arms and comforted her. "Laura, why don't we just tell Marcus the truth? You're his biological mother. He's not going to reject you."

Wesley gently tried to ease her worries, adding, "We've missed him all these years, but Father raised him well. There's no way he'd be afraid of you or turn his back on you.

"Besides, Marcus has missed us too. Even though we haven't spoken often, every time we did, I could tell that he's a respectful, kind-hearted young man. How about this? I'll talk to him first, and once he understands, you can meet him."

Laura shook her head, mumbling, "Wesley, no... I can't. I'm fine now, but what if I relapse?"

Her voice broke as tears spilled down her cheeks. "I already look terrifying as it is… What if he sees me when I lose control? I don't want to scare him!"

Wesley reassured her, "Marcus is grown now. He's not a child anymore. He'll understand what we've been through. He'll understand us."

Laura still shook her head, sobbing. "No… I just can't."

"Laura, listen to me," Wesley said firmly, holding her steady as she nearly collapsed. "If even Dr. Elim can't cure this, then there's no hope left. Do you really want to leave this world without ever seeing Marcus again?"

He continued, "Don't you want to hold him just once? To tell him how much you love him? Laura, trust me. I'll talk to Marcus first."

Before Laura could say anything, there was a knock at the door. Then, Benson's voice came from the other side, announcing, "Mr. and Mrs. Holden, Mr. Holden Senior is here."

Wesley froze, his mind blank for a second before his pupils widened in shock. "What did you just say?"

"Mr. Holden Senior just arrived. Dr. Elim and Mr. Mark are already talking to him," Benson reported.

At that moment, both Wesley and Laura were stunned. She even stopped sobbing as panic took over.

"What do we do? Why is Father here?" Laura's voice trembled.

"He's meeting Marcus… What if he tells him the truth? Wesley, I'm scared," she mumbled, gripping Wesley's arm.

"Don't be." Wesley held her close, trying to steady her. "From the moment we left, we knew this day would come sooner or later. And if Father wanted Marcus to know the truth, he would've told him a long time ago—not now."

Laura's anxiety spiked. "Then why would Father suddenly show up here? Why would he even meet Marcus?"

She started pacing the room, her hands clutching her arms. "I can't let him see me like this—I just can't!"

"Laura, listen to me," Wesley said, grabbing her hand. "Just stay here. I'll go downstairs and find out what's going on. Sit down and finish your dinner first. Everything's going to be alright, okay?"

"I can't eat," Laura whispered, shaking her head.

"If you don't, how are you going to get through tomorrow?" Wesley's voice was full of pain. "Now that Dr. Elim is here, you need to listen to her and cooperate with your treatment."

"But I—"

"No buts," Wesley cut her off, squeezing her hand. "For Marcus' sake, just hold on a little longer. Please?"

Laura had no choice but to nod. "Okay."

Ever since Connie had come into his life, she had been keeping him in check. She poured him a glass of milk and served wine to everyone else.

Without a word, Marcus casually swapped the glass in front of Natalie, replacing her wine with milk instead. Natalie noticed but did not say anything.

"Marcus, Wesley," Charles said, lifting his glass. "Let me formally introduce you two to each other. You two have been apart for years, but today, you finally meet again as father and son."

He continued, "Marcus, this is your father, Wesley. Wesley, this is your son."

Charles declared proudly. "I raised him well. Your son—my grandson—grew up under my care, and I did a damn good job."

"Marcus, that's your dad," he continued. "And Wesley, that's your son."

With that, Charles downed his entire glass of milk in one go. He chuckled and urged, "Don't just sit there—drink up! Once we finish this toast, everything will be laid out in the open."

"Marcus, whatever questions you have, I'll answer them all tonight," Charles said, watching him carefully.

Marcus remained silent. From the moment he had stepped into Scarlet Hill Residence, he had already pieced everything together.

The walls were filled with relics from his childhood—precious gold lockets and gemstone trinkets, along with small scarves, mittens, and other sentimental things. Even his old childhood drawings were framed with care, perfectly blending into the elegant decor of the home.

He had known the truth the second he walked in, but he had not asked, nor did he expose it. At that moment, he finally understood why his parents had left him behind and spent years "traveling".

"Don't you have any questions?" Charles asked when Marcus remained silent.

Pouring another glass of wine, he let out a deep sigh. "Your parents always loved you, Marcus. It was me—I'm the one who kept the truth from you. If you want to blame someone, then blame me."