Freya’s face was pale.
“He got married just a few days ago, and now he already has a baby?” Freya muttered.
Elijah shared the same doubts. Both of them suspected that the baby Ronan was holding was theirs. After all, Ronan had always been against Elijah. And he harbored resentment for not being able to have Freya. Based on his past actions, it was highly possible that he had hidden their child as a means of revenge. Freya became agitated, ready to rush over and demand answers. When it came to her child, she couldn’t remain calm. Elijah grabbed her arm.
“Don’t be impulsive.”
“Ronan is holding a baby that might be ours. How can I not be worried?”
“Freya,” Elijah said in a low voice, “if you approach him like this, he won’t admit anything…”
“Yo,” Ronan spotted them and walked over. With a hint of arrogance, he showed them the baby in his arms. “I have a son too.”
He provocatively said to Elijah, “Why do I sense some displeasure from you? Does it bother you that I have a son? Is it any of your business?”
“Is this your child? You got married a few days ago and already have a baby. Did your genes undergo some kind of mutation?” Freya’s eyes sharpened. “Ronan, if you hate me, come at me…”
A flicker of darkness passed through Ronan’s eyes, but he smiled. “What are you saying? Why can’t I understand you?”
Freya no longer wasted her breath on him and moved forward to grab the baby.
Ronan sensed her intentions and stepped back, avoiding her. “What are you doing, trying to snatch my child in public?”
“Is this child yours?” Freya openly expressed her doubt!
Ronan chuckled. “He’s not mine. Could he be yours? I’d like him to be yours too, but did you give birth to him for me…”
Before Ronan could finish speaking, he was struck hard in the face, stumbling back a few steps, almost falling. He licked the corner of his mouth, tasting the metallic tang, and coldly stared at Elijah. “Getting angry, huh?”
Elijah stood tall, like an unmovable mountain, his pitch-black eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light. “You want to die?”
Ronan laughed, continuing to provoke, “Can you really kill me? Are you going to make a move in front of all these people?”
Freya quickly held onto Elijah, afraid that he might act again and accidentally harm the baby Ronan was holding.
“Ronan, just shut up!” she warned.
Ronan glanced at Freya, his words filled with meaning. “Freya, I’ve told you that you’ll regret it.”
With that said, he walked away briskly.
At this moment, both of Freya and Elijah had calmed down a bit. Arguing like this wouldn’t lead to any resolution.
“If it’s our child, we can find out through a paternity test,” Freya turned to Elijah. “Can you find a way to obtain the baby’s hair and blood?”
“Sure,” Elijah replied softly.
Not only could he obtain them, but he needed to do it quickly. He took out his phone and called Evan. Over on the other side, Evan didn’t expect to receive Elijah’s task so soon, speaking with a solemn tone, “Mr Silverton.”
Elijah explained what needed to be done and instructed, “You handle it personally, and make sure there are no mistakes.”
“Alright, you can count on me!”
After hanging up the phone, Elijah’s expression turned serious.
Now that Freya had calmed down, she said, “Elijah, something doesn’t feel right about this.”
Elijah also noticed it. “If this child is ours, Ronan should have kept it hidden, yet he comes out and flaunts it in front of us. It doesn’t make sense.”
“I feel the same way,” Freya squinted her eyes. “So, what is his purpose?”