Chapter 1016



Sophie couldn’t help but notice Calvin’s clear hostility toward Jake, a tension she found difficult to navigate.

“He’s still our father, Calvin. Whether we like it or not.”

“I don’t need a father,” Calvin shot back, his voice cold.

Sophie hesitated, her words caught in her throat. As much as she wanted to say something, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Calvin had a valid point.

After everything that had happened last time, Sophie found it hard to trust Jake as much as she once had. Yet, despite everything, she couldn’t bring herself to hate him. Maybe it was the memories from her childhood.

Jake escorted Kallie back to the Reeves family estate. His voice was calm and matter-of-fact as he laid out the truth.

“You’re their mother. If you need proof, the DNA results are ready.”

Kallie had no choice but to come to terms with the reality. Three children? The thought was surreal but not unwelcome. She felt little resistance toward them.

After a long pause, Kallie asked quietly, “Is Clayton my husband?”

Jake’s demeanor shifted instantly, his eyes darkening. Instead of answering her question, he asked, “What do you think?”

Kallie shook her head, a wave of confusion washing over her.

“I don’t know. It feels like he should be, but maybe he’s not. I’m just not sure.”

Since she woke up in the middle of a session, a voice in her head had been repeating that her husband was Clayton.

Kallie sensed it had to be important. So, before losing her memory, she had repeated it to herself, as if trying to hold onto something vital. It was the only thing her mind could recall when she regained consciousness again.

But doubts crept in. Kallie figured if Clayton was her husband, why had her children told her he was a bad guy? What secrets were buried beneath the surface? Jake clearly knew it all, but he kept silent. Every time she mentioned Clayton’s name, his expression darkened.

Jake spoke coldly.

“Whether he’s your husband or not is for you to figure out. Don’t bother asking me.”

“After all, even if Clayton isn’t your husband, marrying him now remains an option for you,” Jake remarked with a derisive smirk. Kallie, visibly bewildered, gazed at Jake, unable to fathom his fury.

Jake’s irritation simmered beneath the surface, but he restrained himself, not wanting to unleash his anger on her. Abruptly, he rose and strode toward the door.

To his surprise, Kallie hastened after him.

“Sir,” she called out, her eyes shining with sincerity and a hint of desperation.

“Even though I can’t recall who you are to me, and you withhold that information, something profound within me insists you hold significance in my life.”

At her words, a thrill coursed through Jake, though his expression remained stoically controlled. He managed a slight smile and queried softly, “What makes you feel this way? Do you experience a certain spark upon seeing me?”

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