Chapter 1102: Treat You Like My Son
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Michael continued, “When I met your mother back then, she was already pregnant. But no matter how much I asked her, she refused to tell me anything about that man.
“That’s why I still don’t know who your biological father is even after so many years.”
Lucas was surprised at first. But at the thought of his mother’s mysteriousness and how he had never heard anything about her past when he was a child, Lucas knew that Michael was telling the truth.
As long as his mother wasn’t willing to say anything, there was no way anyone would know.
But this answer made it even harder for Lucas.
This also meant that he was more likely than not to never find out who his biological father was.
Confused, Lucas stood still for a long while before smiling bitterly and saying softly, “Got it. Sorry for imposing on you.”
With that, he turned around and walked toward the door.
Lucas, who had always been formidable and full of vigor, was now walking with heavy and sad footsteps.
Looking at Lucas’s back, Michael suddenly felt his heart ache terribly.
Although Lucas wasn’t his biological son, he was the child of the woman he loved the most. Thus, Michael had always regarded Lucas as his own son, and it hurt him to see Lucas in so much pain.
If he hadn’t been threatened and forced by the Whitleys back then, he wouldn’t have driven Lucas and his mother out of the family, making them suffer so much, back then!
Seeing Lucas about to walk out of the villa, Michael finally couldn’t help calling out to him. “Lucas!”
Lucas stopped but didn’t turn around.
Tears welled up in Michael’s eyes, and he said with trembling lips, “It was my fault for driving you and your mother out of the family back then! But in my heart, you’ve always been my son!”
Lucas’s heart pounded rapidly.
He immediately felt his heart ache.
Many things he had deliberately forgotten once again surfaced in his mind.
As far as he could remember, Michael had indeed been a good father to him.
Michael had often come to him and held him in his arms while looking at him with a smile and giving him some toys and delicious food.
A long time ago, when he was a child, whenever the Huttons’ servants and Jace bullied him, Michael had berated them furiously, and Jace had even been reprimanded severely by him on multiple occasions.
But later on, Michael slowly stopped coming to see him and protecting him.
At the time, Lucas thought that Michael didn’t like him anymore, so he stopped paying attention to him and protecting him.
But in hindsight, he realized that Michael had yet to become the helmsman of the Huttons back then, and his wife was from a powerful royal family branch. Who knew when Lucas might have died if Michael had continued to adore him and protect him as before?
Internal strife was common even in modern families. Besides, he was just a few years old back then, and his mother didn’t have any protection from anyone. It would have been a piece of cake for someone to kill him silently in the Hutton residence.
Or rather, the fact that Michael could let him and his mother live peacefully with the Huttons for eight years was already rather rare.
It had never been Michael’s intention to drive him and his mother out of the Huttons, and he must have been extremely sad about it too.
After Lucas figured these things out, his emotions became even more complicated.
Even though he wasn’t Michael’s biological son, Michael had still been able to do so much for him and his mother. It proved that Michael was a good father.
“You don’t owe me anything, but I owe you gratitude for raising me for a few years,” Lucas said bitterly and left without turning back.
Standing behind him, Michael could no longer control his tears, and they flowed out uncontrollably.
Lucas no longer hated him, but he had also found out that he wasn’t his son, so he wouldn’t have any ties with him in the future.
Michael could only watch Lucas leave without being able to do anything.
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After Lucas left the Hutton residence, Jordan naturally followed him closely and sent him home.
Along the way, Lucas remained silent, so Jordan drove quietly without saying anything either.
He knew that Lucas must be feeling awful now, and he just had to accompany him silently.
When the car passed through an area downtown, Lucas suddenly said, “Stop. I’ll get off here. You can go home first.”
Jordan said worriedly, “Lucas, let me accompany you!”
Lucas shook his head. “I just want to be alone for a while. Nothing will happen.”
Since he had already said so, Jordan naturally could only do as he was told and park the car on the side of the road.
Lucas pushed open the door and got out of the car. But he suddenly thought of something and instructed Jordan, “Don’t tell anyone about what happened today, not even Cheyenne.”
Jordan immediately assured, “Okay, I won’t tell anyone.”
After all, this concerned Lucas’s privacy.
Lucas nodded. “Okay, go ahead.”
With a casual wave of his hand, Lucas walked alone on the bustling street.
At this moment, it was almost 11 p.m.
It was close to midnight, but the busy commercial center of DC was still bustling with people.
Many people were laughing merrily on the sidewalks.
There were young people having dinner and socializing with colleagues, business professionals discussing business, and various people taking their friends out for some fun. There were families with babies and loving couples.
Everyone’s expression was happy.
Lucas was the exception. He was walking alone through the streets, with confusion and loss written all over his face.
He was walking aimlessly, not knowing where he was going or what he should do now.
Suddenly, Lucas’s phone rang. It was a call from Cheyenne.
“Honey, it’s really late. Haven’t you finished with work yet?” Cheyenne’s gentle voice sounded.
The moment he heard her voice, Lucas felt especially bitter and had a strong urge to confide in her.
But he soon restrained his desire and smiled bitterly.
How could he tell Cheyenne about this matter?
“Yeah, I’m not finished yet. I’ll probably be home late, so you don’t have to wait for me. Just go to bed when you’re tired.” Lucas tried his best to speak as calmly as possible.
He had to adjust his mood and sort out all his emotions before going home. Otherwise, with Cheyenne’s sensitiveness, she would easily discover that something was wrong with him.
He wanted to sort this matter out slowly himself.
He couldn’t even tell Cheyenne about it.
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