Goodbye, Ex-husband! I’m Pregnant with Your Uncle’s Child!
Chapter 408: They Two Are The Disgrace

Chapter 408: Chapter 408: They Two Are The Disgrace

"Little Dale, are you angry?" Carson Dunn asked in a low, dejected voice as he drove.

At this moment, Dale’s thoughts were rather complicated.

Eleanor Thompson targeted Carson because of their family. Dale tried her best to remain calm and rational, holding back her anger.

"From now on, avoid physical contact with women as much as possible. Men need to protect themselves too." Dale rolled her eyes. "Our family has some friction with Eleanor Thompson’s. You need to be careful in the future."

Carson nodded. "Alright, I won’t have physical contact with other women in the future."

Dale looked at him with lingering concern. "You need to understand, there are times when once something happens, regret won’t change anything. You must learn to better protect yourself—not just for me, but also for our future."

So worrisome.

Carson couldn’t help but laugh. "Alright, I will take good care of myself."

A flash of coldness crossed his eyes. Snowlyn Winters and Eleanor Thompson? He would ensure they were taught a lesson.

**

William Thompson had spent the entire previous night carousing with his bad company and ended up crashing in a private room at the club.

Usually, after pulling an all-nighter like this, no one would dare knock on his door to disturb his rest.

Today, however, barely after he’d fallen asleep, someone knocked on his door.

Annoyed, William stomped to the door. He yanked it open and barked, his voice full of irritation, "Who the hell’s knocking at this hour?"

Standing outside were the club manager and a few men in black suits.

The manager’s expression was tense. "Young Master William, sorry to disturb you. These gentlemen are here to see you."

"Who are you?" William spat impatiently, glaring at the group.

A burly man replied evenly, "Young Master William, our boss wants to see you. Please come with us."

William frowned, sensing trouble. "Who’s your boss? Whatever it is, talk to me after I’ve slept."

He tried to shut the door, but the man who had spoken earlier blocked it with his hand.

"Our boss’s surname is Thompson."

William’s eyes widened instantly, and one name came to mind.

He pressed his lips together, went back into the room, grabbed some clothes, and threw them on before reluctantly following the men out of the club.

They escorted William into a discreet black business van.

Eleanor Thompson was also being "invited" into another car.

Eleanor didn’t want to go, but she was forcibly pushed into the vehicle.

In the car, she appeared flustered and uneasy, a glimmer of panic flickering in her eyes.

Her hands clutched her handbag tightly, her mind swirling with anxious speculation.

Why this sudden decision to meet her?

Could it be that her scheme against Carson Dunn had been discovered?

The car traveled for some time before stopping in front of a secluded private residence.

The doors opened, and the men exited one by one. As Eleanor got out of the car, she saw William standing by the door.

The siblings exchanged uneasy looks, their faces betraying their mutual anxiety.

The bodyguards opened the door and gestured for William and Eleanor to follow them inside.

Eleanor’s heart raced, her trepidation only worsening, but she could do nothing but steel herself and follow.

William’s nerves were also frayed, his legs trembling as he walked.

They were escorted into the living room.

The decor was simple and minimalist.

A man entered the room after hanging up his phone.

He exuded a composed, authoritative demeanor, his features stern. The siblings instantly recognized him.

James Thompson cast a glance at William and Eleanor before seating himself on the couch.

His gaze was sharp, carrying an unmistakable sense of pressure. "Do you know why I called you here?"

Both Eleanor and William shook their heads.

No idea.

Terrified.

"You two are grown-ups now, and being grown-ups means taking responsibility for your actions. Some things, some people—you don’t mess with them," James said, his tone icy.

His eyes locked onto Eleanor, unyielding and cold. "Especially you. If you’re dissatisfied with your carefree life as the Thompson family’s eldest daughter, I can arrange to send you somewhere else."

Eleanor bit her lip under James’s intimidation but, defiant, glared back at him. "We’re your children too. Why do you treat us so cruelly?!"

William tugged at his sister, trying to calm her down.

Eleanor shoved his hand away and fixated her seething glare back on James.

James’s expression remained indifferent. "Are you two idiots? How many times have I publicly declared that you’re not my children."

His voice was detached and emotionally barren, as if stating an unremarkable fact.

Eleanor tightened her grip on her handbag, her voice trembling with fury. "You just don’t want to admit it!"

James’s cold gaze rested on Eleanor’s enraged face, not a flicker of emotion crossing his own.

"By blood, you’re my sister’s children. Chloe Sullivan was merely a surrogate. You’ve never been my children," James said with chilling calmness, each word cutting like a blade.

He pushed some files across the table toward them. "Take a look at this evidence. You’re grown now and can read. Once you’ve gone through it, I won’t need to explain any further."

William and Eleanor’s faces drained of color at his words, fear overtaking their expressions.

Hesitant and apprehensive, they looked at the documents James had handed over.

Eleanor hesitated but eventually picked up the file.

Page by page, she scanned through it.

Each line of text erased the color from her face until she looked as though she’d been drenched in freezing water from head to toe.

The documents revealed grim truths—the reason they’d been born, that Chloe Sullivan had only been a surrogate mother, and that their real biological parents were entirely different people.

William leaned over to read the papers too. As the content sank in, his fists clenched involuntarily, his knuckles turning white.

He couldn’t accept that the file’s contents were real.

Every word felt like a nail driving into his heart.

Such a disgraceful origin.

"This... How is this possible..." Eleanor’s voice trembled, her disbelief overwhelming.

James stared at them coldly. "These documents should’ve been shown to you long ago. You were just too young back then. Chloe Sullivan was merely a surrogate. As for who your real father is—I think you understand now."

Eleanor’s eyes brimmed with tears. She had always believed that she and her brother were James’s biological children and that Julia Land had destroyed their family.

William, though less outwardly emotional than Eleanor, was equally at a loss.

James’s gaze stayed frosty. "Your biological father was nothing but a scoundrel who stole from my sister. And the reason I’ve always despised you is because you two are the embodiment of my sister’s disgrace."

"Stop challenging my patience. Take a good look at these documents and understand the truth about your identity," he added mercilessly.

Eleanor could no longer contain her emotions. The file slipped from her trembling hands.

Her entire body shook like a leaf caught in a gale, her inner world collapsing like a brittle house of cards.

They were... a disgrace.

Eleanor clenched her fists tightly, anger surging. "This is fake! These documents are fake! You’re trying to deceive us! I won’t believe it!"