Chapter 2

Keith lowered his head and smiled at Rachel. "You used to insist you were going to marry me when we grew up."

Rachel blushed. "You promised you'd marry me, so you'd better keep your word."

Watching the two of them gaze at each other so lovingly, I frowned. Gordon stepped in front of Keith, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Mr. Elijah, Mr. Keith is Mr. and Mrs. Jackman's biological son. You've always been cruel and domineering. Don't tell me you're already plotting to hurt him?"

With every word, Gordon lifted his chin higher.

"To put it bluntly, you're an impostor who stole his place. Step aside willingly before we have to force you out and make a scene."

Gordon had only started working for the Jackman family three years ago, so he knew nothing about what had happened ten years earlier.

I looked at him, unwilling to waste my breath arguing. "Starting tomorrow, you don't have to come."

The color drained from Gordon's face.

"Don't you dare throw your weight around!" Rachel stepped forward and flung the test report at me. "You have no right to.

"You all left blood samples at the hospital years ago. Keith had his tested against them, and the results matched. What do you have to say now?"

I caught the report, bewildered, and read it over several times.

The sample they'd left back then belonged to the dog. Had Keith's DNA matched the dog's?

I looked up and calmly asked, "Do you know what the long-lost heir our family has been searching for actually is?"

Keith's eyes reddened. "Elijah, after all this, you still refuse to return what was always mine, don't you?"

His words left me speechless with anger.

"What do you mean, return it? It was never yours."

Keith flinched, and Rachel immediately stepped in front of him to shield him.

"Enough, Elijah. No matter how hard you fight it, you can't change the fact that you're the fake heir. Now pack up your things and give Keith your room. He needs to rest."

I didn't move. Instead, I bent down and scooped up the Pomeranian, who was happily wriggling at my feet, holding him up for them to see.

"This is the fake heir you're talking about."

Rachel froze.

"The long-lost heir our family has been searching for is a Labrador," I added.

I looked straight at Keith. "So you're saying you're that Labrador?"

They both froze. A moment later, Keith clenched his fists and shouted through his tears, his voice breaking.

"Elijah, are you trying to humiliate me by comparing me to a dog?"

Rachel's face turned ashen. She let out a cold laugh.

"You do have some tricks up your sleeve, using a dog to make your point. You're just trying to stall until Mr. and Mrs. Jackman get back. You don't really think they'll turn against their own son and side with an impostor like you, do you?"

The Pomeranian wriggled excitedly in my arms. Before I could say anything, Gordon darted forward and snatched him from me.

"Mr. Elijah, how dare you speak to Mr. Keith like that?"

With a cold smirk, Gordon swung his arm down and slammed the dog onto the floor.

The Pomeranian hit the ground hard and yelped.

Blood rushed to my head. I instinctively bent down to pick him up, but Gordon stomped on the back of my hand before kicking the Pomeranian across the room.

The dog slammed into the wall, blood spilling from his mouth. His tail went still.

"A dead dog doesn't deserve to be compared to Mr. Keith!"