Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Chapter 175 A paternity test? You and me? Part 1

"I truly never wronged her... I can swear to that, my conscience is clear... When I was with her, it wasn't her family background I cared about, but her as a person. "

"Even if she was penniless, I would have continued to love her, to marry her. But fate intervened, and in the end, I never did marry her..."

My heart soured as Michael brought up this matter.

Remembering Laura on her deathbed pained me deeply, a type of agony I never wished to recall.

"Since then, although we haven't met, I already knew you," Michael said, his eyes flickering with disdain but unable to hide the hint of hatred.

"So, you assaulted Betty, your foster mother, to get back at me? To avenge your birth mother's heartbreak?"

Realizing the truth in Michael's words, I suddenly understood his longstanding coldness and hostility towards me.

I had thought it was all about Betty, but now there was another layer—Michael, still with a child's perspective, naturally harbored resentment towards me because of Laura.

His recent actions and body language suggested a twisted inner turmoil, possibly tied to his troubled childhood.

"Sort of..."

Michael's ambiguous response confirmed my suspicions.

Hearing this, I closed my eyes.

His answer implied multiple motives, including youthful impulses and Betty's attractiveness, all culminating in today's situation.

Partly, I was to blame.

"If you had stayed with my mother, she wouldn't have ended up like this... You think she lived a happy life, right? You're wrong... "

"From my earliest memories, night after night, I could hear screams from my mother's bedroom, agonizing screams. I was too young to understand until one day, driven by curiosity, I peeked through her bedroom door..."

Michael's expression turned scornful as he spoke, and he even referred to his biological father derogatorily as 'that Singaporean,' laden with contempt.

"Do you know? That man was a pervert. I don't want to go into details here, but as I grew up, I came to understand what sexual abuse was. He was insane, tormenting my mother to the brink of death, sometimes leaving bruises, choke marks, and burns from cigarettes on her body."

"My mother's health was always poor, and his abuse only worsened her condition, especially after she developed uterine fibroids. Even knowing her illness, that maniac didn't lessen his sexual demands."

Michael's body shook as he spoke through clenched teeth, his eyes cold and full of hatred.

At this moment, I was speechless.

" I genuinely thank her, calling her 'mom' because she gave me the same warmth and love I felt from my own mother. Initially, my motives were vengeful, but living with her changed me. "

"I truly loved her, with a filial love and more..."

Michael's eyes softened as I mentioned Betty, his tone becoming gentler, filled with nostalgia and a hint of confusion.

"Enough... She is your mother, and you can never have her. You don't understand what love is; these are just unrealistic, childish fantasies. Go to America, study hard, and correct your worldview. You have a long life ahead..."

Seeing Michael like this, thinking of Laura and Betty, I couldn't help but interrupt him sharply, though I softened my tone towards the end.

After all, I had made my decision; Michael would no longer disrupt my life, fulfilling Laura's last wishes.

Let the past remain a memory.

"So, you plan to never let me return? Or to never see me again?"

Michael's response to my words wasn't one of disappointment but rather a slight smile, his eyes carrying an indiscernible emotion.

"I'll have Luna look after you, until you can live independently, smoothing the path for you..."

I didn't directly answer Michael's question, instead deflecting it with adult tact.

"Heh, it's okay, I'm used to it. Honestly, growing up in that family showed me the harsh realities of life, which is why I'm more mature than my peers. I didn't want to say this, but seeing your composure, I've decided to tell you the real reasons why I hate you, why mother couldn't stop thinking about you, why my mother was abused, why I was beaten as a child, and why I had to be sent to America..."

Michael sighed like an adult, his calm demeanor masking the profound implications of his words, which even I, a seasoned adult, struggled to fully grasp.

Michael's words seemed to confirm that all was not as simple as it appeared, and somehow, I was involved.

After Laura married, I had cut off contact with her, fearing I might disrupt her family.

How was this related to me?

"Confused? Dare to do a paternity test with me?"

Michael's cold smirk as he looked at my puzzled face, and his final words left me frozen, as if struck by lightning.

"A paternity test? You and me?"

At that moment, I couldn't believe it.

Was Michael asking me to undergo a paternity test with him, or was he asking me to accompany him for someone else's test?