A buzzing sound filled my ears, and my vision went dark. I steadied myself against the edge of the table so I wouldn't fall to the ground. Then, I stared fixedly at the seven-year-old boy in Tabitha Palmer's arms.He was two years older than my daughter, Arlene Wilder, which meant Tabitha had already betrayed me a long time ago."Adam, don't hold it against Tabitha. Your mom and I decided together not to tell you," my father, Ivan Wilder, said from where he sat on the couch. His voice was calm, but it cut through me like a knife."Do you remember why I postponed the wedding back then?" Tabitha asked airily. "It's because I found out I was pregnant, and I couldn't possibly get married while pregnant. So, I used business trips abroad as an excuse."I gave birth to my son, Clarence Wilder, overseas. By birth order, Clarence is Arlene's elder brother."Arlene clutched my sleeve tightly and looked up at me innocently."Daddy, am I going to have a brother?"I snapped back to my senses
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