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Chapter 88 Where Is The Child Now
Nathaniel walked briskly through the sleek corridors of Orion Corporation, his mind whirling with a storm of questions. The image of the boy, with his obsidian eyes, kept resurfacing in his thoughts. The resemblance to himself was uncanny, and yet, Nathaniel couldn’t place where he had seen the boy before. Could he be…?
His hand clenched into a fist as his emotions churned, the weight of the uncertainty pressing on him. Cecilia. Calvin. And now, this child.
He arrived at Cecilia’s office, standing outside for a brief moment as he steeled himself. His fingers hovered over the door handle, his mind replaying her words from their past encounters, their tense exchanges about the past.
With a quick exhale, he opened the door.
Cecilia sat at her desk, papers scattered before her, her back to him. She didn’t turn immediately, as if she already sensed his presence. After a moment, she stood and turned around, her calm demeanor betraying no sign of surprise.
“Mr. Rainsworth,” she greeted, her voice steady, though Nathaniel could detect a slight edge to it.
“Cecilia,” he replied curtly, his gaze sharp. He didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “I need to know about the child. Where is he now?”
Cecilia’s expression faltered for just a fraction of a second, but it was enough for Nathaniel to notice. He stepped forward, his gaze locking onto hers, waiting for an answer.
“I’ve been through the files, Cecilia,” Nathaniel continued, his voice low. “I saw the picture. The boy—his eyes… they’re mine, aren’t they?”
Cecilia didn’t flinch, but her eyes darkened for a moment, as if she were weighing her options.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, her voice a little too smooth. “I don’t know where you’re going with this.”
Nathaniel’s patience wore thin. “Cecilia. Don’t lie to me. I’ve seen the photo. I’ve seen the resemblance. Where is he? Is he mine?”
Cecilia hesitated for a moment, her lips pressing into a thin line. She took a deep breath before responding, “He’s safe. He’s in Erihal.”
Nathaniel felt a pang of frustration gnaw at him. “Erihal? Why haven’t you told me anything about him? About… us?”
The question hung in the air, thick with unspoken tension. Cecilia’s gaze softened, but only for a moment, before she regained her composure.
“I didn’t want to complicate things more than they already were,” she said quietly, her voice tinged with regret. “But you’re right. You have the right to know.”
Nathaniel’s thoughts raced. A child. His child. The image of the boy in the hospital bed, fragile and innocent, haunted him.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” he demanded, his voice growing darker. “Why keep this from me?”
“I couldn’t, Nathaniel,” she said, her voice breaking for the first time. “You had your life, your future—your family. I didn’t want to be the one to ruin it. And I didn’t want him to grow up with that stigma. But now… Now, things are different.”
Nathaniel’s chest tightened. He could feel his anger rising, but something else was stirring in him too—something he couldn’t quite name. A deep-seated fear, a gnawing guilt. He had a son. And he hadn’t even known.
“Where is he now?” Nathaniel asked again, his voice quieter but laced with urgency. “I need to see him.”
Cecilia’s eyes flickered with a mix of hesitation and resignation. “Calvin’s men are guarding him. The security is tight. You can’t just walk in, Nathaniel. It’s not that simple.”
“I don’t care about the security. I need to see him,” he pressed.
Cecilia sighed, her shoulders sagging. She looked down at the floor for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I’ll arrange it. But you need to be careful. Calvin won’t just let you waltz in. He’s protective of Jonathan, and he doesn’t trust anyone easily—especially not you.”
Nathaniel clenched his fists at his sides, his jaw set with determination. “I don’t care what Calvin thinks. I’m seeing my son.”
Cecilia nodded slowly, a trace of something like relief flickering across her face. “I’ll help you. But we have to do this carefully.”
Nathaniel turned on his heel and walked toward the door. His mind was already racing ahead, formulating a plan. Nothing would stop him from seeing the child he didn’t even know he had.
As he stepped out of the office, his heart beat loudly in his chest. The path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: he was going to find his son.
And nothing would stand in his way.
