Chapter 3

I wasn't deceiving myself; Caspian is indeed my child.

Did Fiona and Quentin really think they could fool me?

Back then, when Fiona couldn't get pregnant, we decided on IVF.

Before the embryo combination, I accidentally caught Fiona colluding with a nurse to tamper with my sperm storage. I overheard her excitedly telling Quentin that she had swapped in his sperm.

I didn't make a scene; I quietly offered the doctor a million dollars to switch it back with my extra sperm.

I even "kindly" asked the doctor to swap Fiona's eggs with my ex-girlfriend's.

On the day of embryo combination, Fiona and I witnessed the "miracle" together.

She was abnormally happy, probably thinking it was her and Quentin's child.

Watching her foolishness almost made me laugh.

Over the years, seeing her treat Caspian well, thinking he's her son, was my private joy.

She wanted to trick me, but she became an unwitting stepmother for over twenty years.

Fiona interrupted my thoughts, mocking me, "You're stubborn, Caspian may have been with you all these years, but the sperm isn't yours! His biological father is Quentin."

I replied calmly, with a hint of provocation: "You're dreaming?"

"If you don't believe me, let's do a paternity test!" Fiona insisted, "I want a divorce! You forced me to marry you, and being with you for twenty-five years, I've done my duty!"

Her face showed a hint of joy when she mentioned divorce. Looks like she's been planning this for a while.

Oh? She dares to say she's done her duty?

I've been married into her family for twenty-five years, living alone for all those years.

While I raised our child, she was off having idyllic romances with Quentin.

While I worked hard to uphold the Johnson family reputation, she was indulging in debauchery at entertainment venues.

But one thing she got wrong; I didn't marry her out of love, but to gain control of the Johnson family's business.

Now, Johnson Corporation is completely under my control.

Fiona is no longer useful!

"Divorce is fine," I shrugged indifferently, "But there's no need for a paternity test; I'm sure Caspian is my child."

Caspian looked at me, his gaze firm: "Dad, I believe you."

Fiona and Quentin immediately panicked.

"Caspian, don't you believe your mom?"

Caspian ignored her, staying close to me.

At this moment, a boy who looked like a college student barged in.

He marched straight to Caspian, excitedly shouting: "Brother!"

Everyone was stunned.

It's one thing for another dad to pop up, but now there's a brother too?