Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 550

“Fine. I got it.”

A pale-faced boy in hospital scrubs stood by the window, turning at the sound of the door clicking shut. Johnnie, still on the phone, spoke quietly before hanging up and leaning casually against the wall, a faint smile on his lips.

Eugene watched him icily.

“Feeling any better?” Johnnie didn’t bother to approach, just studied him from across the room, his smile never quite reaching his eyes. “Come on, is learning about your real background really that much of a shock?”

“What do you want this time?” Eugene’s voice was cold.

“Just came to have a chat. I’ve got news for you—Father’s arriving in a few days. He wants to see you.” Johnnie’s smile widened, almost playful. “So, have you decided whose side you’re on yet?”

Eugene said nothing.

Johnnie rolled his eyes and tapped his forehead, sighing. “What’s so hard to figure out? You can either stay hidden away in the Montgomery family as an illegitimate son, or go with your biological father back to Italy and become the sole heir to the Fraser family.”

“Is it really that hard a choice?”

He honestly couldn’t understand.

The Fraser family—aristocracy in the truest, oldest sense of the word. In Western history, several generations had even produced Popes. And that’s not even counting their present status. Eugene’s father, Cossio, wasn’t just from a powerful paternal line; his mother’s family, too, was renowned throughout European history. Even though the family had faded in modern times, their influence remained untouchable on the global stage.

He was born into a life most could only dream of.

So what was there to hesitate over?

Eugene’s dark eyes fixed on him. “Why so sudden?” Weren’t they still just watching him, biding their time?

Johnnie just smiled.

He didn’t bother to explain. “It’s long overdue. You don’t have much time left, Eugene. Make up your mind. When Father arrives, if you still haven’t chosen, you might not get another chance.”

For a moment, the room was silent.

Then Eugene asked, “And if I choose neither of you?”

Johnnie’s smile didn’t falter. He lowered his gaze, idly twisting the red band around his wrist, his voice almost offhand. “Then you’ll just go on being the Montgomery family’s dirty little secret. Your choice; we respect it.”

But there was something he left unsaid.

The Fraser family would never allow their bloodline to drift outside the fold.

Impure blood had to be cleansed.

Old families like theirs cared deeply about lineage and a mother’s pedigree. If a union wasn’t approved by both sides, even the right to produce an heir was denied—let alone someone like Eugene, a child of mixed heritage. People like him were always at risk of being erased.

If not for Cossio’s wife—Felicity Fontaine—Cossio never would have managed to defy tradition, insisting from the moment he learned of Eugene’s existence that this boy would be his only successor.