Chasing the Unexpected

Nyla scoffed. “Damon took my son without my consent and now wants to fight me for custody? He’s dreaming!”

Gerrard adjusted his glasses and handed her a document from his briefcase.

“Ms. Kinsey, this is the paternity test report showing that Mason Kinsey and Mr. Damon Sumner are father and son. He has the right to contest custody,” he said.

Nyla didn’t take the document. Instead, she looked at Gerrard with a poker face. “That paternity test was done without my consent. I won’t acknowledge it!”

Gerrard remained calm “Ms. Kinsey, this paternity test holds legal validity. My client is prepared to file a lawsuit. Of course, it would be best to resolve this peacefully, but if that’s not possible, he will have to pursue legal action”

Regardless, Damon was determined to fight Nyla for custody of Mason.

Nyla nodded. “Fine, let him file a lawsuit.”

With that, she walked past Gerrard and left.

Gerrard called Damon to update him. “Mr. Sumner, Ms. Kinsey still refuses to agree. It seems we might nave to go to court.”

“Understood. Stick to the original plan,” Damon replied before hanging up. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

He rubbed his temples, then pushed open the bedroom door.

Mason was still crying, now reduced to soft sobs. When he heard the door open, he grabbed a crystal ball from the bedside table and threw it at Damon.

“Go away! You’re a big bad guy! I hate you!” he cried.

Since Mason wasn’t strong enough, the crystal ball landed on the carpet, rolling a few times before stopping in the corner.

Damon recalled how Nyla had once thrown documents at him–her expression and actions were almost identical to Mason’s now. His eyes narrowed.

“You’ve really picked up some bad habits from Nyla,” he remarked.

Mason instantly exploded. “Don’t talk bad about my mommy! You’re a big bad guy, a villain! I hate you! I don’t want you as my dad! I want Uncle Oliver to be my dad!”

Damon’s veins throbbed on his forehead, visibly pulsing with anger. “Whether you like it or not, I am your father. You can’t call anyone else your dad!”

He recalled how Oliver had defended Nyla and concluded that Oliver must behave like a total pushover in private as well. Otherwise, Mason wouldn’t lean on him so much.

The thought of another man playing the role of a father to Mason during Damon’s absence only intensified his resentment toward Nyla.

“I don’t want you as my dad! You might as well be dead, just like Mom said!” Mason yelled.

The temperature in the room dropped instantly.

Facing Damon’s icy glare, Mason shivered, instinctively looking away while feeling even more hatred for

him.

This man was nothing like Oliver–he wasn’t gentle, didn’t treat Mason well, and spoke ill of his mother. Mason vowed to hate this man for life and refused to acknowledge him as his father.

“Say that again?” Damon’s voice dripped with iciness, a terrifying presence surrounding him as if he were a demon from hell.

Mason, frightened by his dark expression, burst into tears again. “Waaah… I hate you… I don’t want you…. ! want my mommy…”

As his cries filled the room, Damon felt a headache coming on. He couldn’t help but shout, “Shut up!”

Mason flinched, his cries pausing for a moment before escalating into even louder wails.