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Chapter 58
Anson leaned forward, his fingers tapping impatiently on the phone screen as he showed Victor the photo. “Look at this, Victor. Does this kid look familiar to you?” he asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and excitement.
Victor’s eyes scanned the photo carefully, his gaze narrowing as he took in the features of the child. The boy in the picture had a striking resemblance to someone. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed the faint smile on the child’s face, one that seemed to have been inherited from him, a smile that could have been his own at that age.
Victor swallowed hard and leaned back into the sofa, his mind racing. “Where did you get this picture?” His voice was lower now, more serious. The idea of having a child, especially one he didn’t know about, was enough to throw him into turmoil.
Anson smirked, clearly enjoying the tension in the air. “I got this from a little birdie. Thought you’d want to see it before you went off on some crazy idea. So, what do you think? Could this be your son?”
Victor rubbed his temples, trying to focus. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this might be real. The child in the photo looked too much like him, too much like the younger version of himself. But how? How could he not know about this child? What had happened all those years ago?
“Anson, this is insane. I don’t have a son.” Victor’s voice was barely above a whisper, his mind struggling to grasp the implications of everything.
Anson looked at him with raised eyebrows, unbothered by Victor’s denial. “Well, looks like you were busy causing chaos seven years ago. If the boy’s real, you’ve got a lot of explaining to do. But you’re right about one thing: I never thought you had a son either. This is a whole different mess.”
Victor’s mind was spinning as he tried to piece things together. There had been the incident with Cyan, the night he’d never been able to forget. The emotions, the confusion, and the mystery surrounding what had happened between them. But the idea that it could have led to a child was almost too much for him to bear.
He turned his gaze back to the photo of the child, his fingers running over the edges of the picture. “What if this kid is mine? What if Eden…?” His voice trailed off, his thoughts now colliding. Could Eden and Cyan be connected? Could the child have been hers?
Anson leaned back, folding his arms across his chest. “Victor, I know you’re not an idiot, but sometimes, you really make me wonder. If this kid is yours, there’s a lot more at play here than just some distant memory. And you need to figure it out before it all unravels.”
Victor was quiet for a moment, staring at the picture, his mind a whirlwind of emotions and confusion. The pieces were starting to fall into place, but there was still so much he didn’t understand. Was this really his son? And if so, what did that mean for him, for Eden, and for the life he had built?
Finally, he spoke, his voice low and steady. “I need to find out the truth. I need to know if this kid really is mine, and if Eden had anything to do with it.”
Anson gave a half-smile, nodding. “I’ll help you with that, Victor. But you need to be prepared for whatever comes next. This is a mess you might not be able to clean up easily.”
Victor stood up, his expression hardening as the weight of the situation settled on his shoulders. “I’m ready. Whatever it takes.”