Did Clark Gable Know His Son นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I know it's hard to accept that you're not really a Harrison, but you can't keep holding onto things that aren't yours, right? The smugness and provocation in his voice were almost dripping out. Is that so? I looked at him, then at the rest of the room—faces filled with mockery or disdain. And suddenly, I was back two years ago. The day before I left for abroad, my grandfather called me into his study. He looked at me, his eyes complicated. "Cillian, there's something I've kept from you for twenty years. The truth is, you're not Claire's biological son."

And new ones. Photos of Claire with a little boy — about three years old. Dark hair. Grey eyes. The resemblance to Alexander was unmistakable. A note was attached in elegant handwriting: His name is Noah. He’s your son. And I’m done hiding him. Time to meet your real family, Alexander. Alexander stared at the photos, face pale. I felt the floor shift beneath me. He had a son. A child he never knew about. And Claire had kept him secret for years. Alexander looked at me, eyes filled with shock and fear. “Emma…”

She looked back at him and asked, “Is that what you got out of your investigation?” “Yes. However, the findings are merely inferences based on time, and...” Jackson’s lips curled into a slight smile. “What I find most interesting is that Wilson doesn’t seem to know he has a son.” “...” Clara pursed her lips before reluctantly admitting the truth. “Yanny is my son. From the very beginning, Wilson never wished for his existence. Mr. Valor, you promised that you wouldn’t get involved between me and Wilson. Likewise, I hope you won’t tell anyone about my son.”

Gabriel smiled slyly as he folded his arms in front of his chest. “What about the life test I gave? Is it stressful and very memorable for you, Your Highness?” Mr. Clinton cynically stood in the middle of all the troops. “In my opinion, it looks like both of them fall into the category. Even thanks to you, I am free to live outside the palace without any rules." "Then, instead of making small talk here, we'd better get straight to the point. How did you know that I wanted to rebel? Is it because my stupid-looking son told you everything?” Mr. Clinton gave his son a smirk.

he said. “Remarkable.” He looked at me for a moment. “My father was twenty-six when he wrote the succession clause,” he said. “For a child who didn’t exist yet.” “Yes,” I said. “Remarkable is inherited.” I almost laughed. Then my phone buzzed. Unknown number. Boston area code, I answered. “Ms. Sterling.” A voice I didn’t recognise. “My name is Geoffrey Carr, I think it’s time we spoke.” Gabriel’s POV Clara’s face went completely still, the specific stillness of someone who has been surprised so completely that the surface goes blank before the response can form.

he said, making it clear that distance wasn’t going to be an excuse to stop me from working. "Mr. Clark, this is Marcos, my agent." I couldn’t exactly call him "alpha" in front of Marcos, so “Mr.” felt like the most respectful choice for the situation. "You look familiar," Marcos said, reaching out to shake his hand. "He’s William’s father—and this is Caroline, his youngest daughter." "You know my son?" Clark asked Marcos. "He had dinner with my family last time Eliza was in Heington. Great kid!" "So my son knows?" Clark asked me.

The most infamous useless kept man in Riverdale and Wynn Johnston’s husband, Philip Clarke, was actually a member of the Clarke family of Arcadia Island! He was her grandaunt’s son, her uncle, and her father’s cousin! Absolutely mind-boggling!

“We think there’s a deeper connection.” Clara gasped, and even Elizabeth’s smug expression slipped for a second. But I knew more than anyone that it was simply an act, an act to make us believe they were actually innocent. Bullshit. “Our...son?” my father echoed, turning to me for the first time. I stared back, unflinching. Why was he acting clueless and hurt? He shouldn't be aware of Franklin's existence, he wouldn't have been if not for this shooter situation.

"Mr. and Mrs. Clark, congratulations! Your son getting into Ashford University is incredible. Like father, like son!" "Horace has a bright future ahead of him. Looks like the Clarks have a worthy successor." Sebastian and Molly beamed with pride. Horace stood beside them in an expensive custom suit, looking like a prince surrounded by admirers. He accepted the praise with a reserved smile, chin slightly lifted. At that moment, one of the guests asked curiously, "Mr. Clark, didn't you have another son? I thought there were two heirs in your family. Why isn't the other one here tonight?"

he said, his voice kind and gentle. I felt my heart leap with joy at his words. I couldn't believe it. After all these years, Jason was still single. But Clara said differently, could it be that Grandpa Clarksville had no idea about his grandson's marriage? I hid my eye to hide my perplexed look. "Are you sure?" I asked, feeling almost foolish to feel sorry for him. "Positive," he replied, a small smile on his face. This is bad!!! No! No! This is good, him not being aware means that this marriage will not work out.