My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason)

Chapter 213

“That‘s me. Have a seat please.” He pointed at the sofa and sat down.

“Thank you. May I know who you are?” I sat down and asked.

“I am Hazel‘s father, George Weasley.” He answered.

I stared at him for a few seconds.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” He asked.

“Of course.” I said.

He nodded and said, “You know, you look just like Hazel. So, after I met you at the police station, I tried

to dig your information and your background. I found out that you are my daughter too. I never know I h

ave another daughter.”

My eyes widened in shock. What in the world just happened? My real father,

Mr Weasley was in front of me? Oh my god……

I stared at my this man, who claimed to be my real father, not knowing what to say, “……”

“I am sorry for not finding out who you are earlier. If I found out about you earlier you wouldn‘t have to s

uffer for so many years. You wouldn‘t be tortured by the Mason‘s. It was a one–

night stand between your mother and 1.1 didn‘t know that she was pregnant, if I knew that I would have

taken up the responsibility.” He looked sorry.

“My mother doesn‘t even know who my father is, so I don‘t blame you.” I said. “But are you sure that I r

eally am your daughter?” I asked suspiciously. After all that has happened, I have learned to not trust e

asily.

“Yes, I did some digging. You are in fact, my daughter. I met your mother in

a bar back in Denmark. She was

a beautiful woman, I could never forget her face, but it was just a one night stand, nothing much.” Mr W

easley

said. “I also just found out that my daughter, Hazel, actually knew about your existence. I wonder why s

he didn‘t tell me.” He added.

“She must have been afraid that it would break your

relationship with your wife, Mrs Weasley.” I suggested.

“Ah, yes. That might be the case. Hazel has always been a very kind soul, her mother on the other han

d, is the opposite of her. If she found out that I have another daughter

out there, she would make sure you and your mother wouldn‘t live to see the

sunlight the next day. Perhaps Hazel was afraid that her mother might hurt you.” Mr Weasley, or dad, si

ghed.

“Can I ask you something personal, Mr Weasley?” I looked down on my lap.

“Yes?”

“If your wife is so fierce, why did you even cheated on her? Why do men cheat? Why do they want to g

et married and still cheat on their wives?” I asked. “I don‘t mean anything bad, I‘m still thankful you and

mom brought me to this world, but I just can‘t seem to understand how men think!” I added. I

was nervous.

Mr Weasley is a rich and powerful man too, but of course still not on the same level as Lance, but he

is still very successful in the Asian market.

“It was just a one night stand, your mother was serving me that night. I went to Denmark for a business

trip. I got a little tipsy and this happened. I didn‘t mean to cheat on my wife, for

your information, I still

love her. She‘s become very nice after our only daughter died.” Mr Wesley explained.

“I am happy that I found you. Are you planning on going back to the States? I know that you

have a daughter.” He added.

I shook my head, “I do have a daughter but I don‘t think I am going back.”

“Do you want to come back home?” He asked while smiling. We share the same smile.

Home. I have never had a real home before. The word ‘home‘ triggered something in me

and my eyes started to get wet. I stared at the man in front of me. Dad, my real father!

I nodded slowly. He stood up and walked towards me. I got up from my seat and walked into his opene

d arms.

Mr Weasley He hugged me tightly. I‘m home, with my family.

“I am so sorry for coming late, Jennie.” He said.

“It‘s okay. I am with you now, Mr Weasley.” I smiled, tears rolling down my cheeks. I never expected to

know my real father in a

place like this! I might have been very unlucky in Singapore, but at least I found my real family, althoug

h I am still an illegitimate child. I was happy that my real father is a responsible

man, and didn‘t feel disgusted by the fact that I was an accident between him and mother.

He patted my back softly while I cried. “Just call me dad, alright?”