Did Clark Gable Know His Son Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Do you want to kill your own granddaughter like you killed Victoria Miller?" Nicklaus's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Who told his adopted son? That dark secret was known only to the three of them. "Aren't you going to ask me to sit down?" Without waiting for Nicklaus's answer, Jacob approached the sofa and sat down comfortably. Nicklaus felt like he was looking at Jack Reeves. The young man also often came to his company and acted like that. Father and son were the same. "What are you doing here?" he snapped. He didn't want to see anyone, especially after hearing the bad news about Alexander's granddaughter.

It was a truly pleasant scent that Skylar was addicted to. After reading Aslan's medical records, Skylar finally understood why his father had been so cruel as to hide his own son from the public. All this time, the only Kennedy family scion who had been made public was Allen. Aslan's existence was as if he never existed. Only a select few knew that Aaron Kennedy had a second son.

Shocked, she looked at Hazel and Zekiel, who were equally stunned. “Clark has a son?!” Zekiel said in disbelief. They immediately left the hideout, with Claire unable to stop crying over the revelation. Her brother had a child—one she never knew about. To think he was older than their own daughter, Catherine… meaning he was born even before she reunited with her brother. Now she understood what her brother always meant when they teased him. “How could he?! I feel so betrayed!” Claire sobbed, but Zekiel’s mind was elsewhere, piecing together the information.

As soon as he stepped out of the ward, heading to his car alongside his son and his secretary who were beside him, the smile on his face vanished, which was replaced with that of anger. “Make sure no word gets out. Buy the media out and make sure the public isn’t aware of this”, Carlos said, facing his secretary, loosening his tie, as if it was suffocating him. “Yes, sir”, his secretary replied, placing some calls. Clark sat beside his father inside the car and he dared not say a word throughout their drive home as he knew he was really furious and angry. They both kept quiet, with Clark wondering what awaited him upon getting home. No doubt, he feared his dad as he had abused him and beaten

Shaking his head, Clark stuffed an umbrella into my arms before running off into the rain. All I could do was chuckle helplessly. After heading home, I told Dad about what happened. "Clark? Oh, you muddle-headed guy. Have you forgotten about Clark?" It was only when Dad showed me a photo of him and his family that I realized he was from the renowned Jameson family and a family acquaintance. "Even as a kid, Clark has always said he wanted to marry you, but you stopped keeping in touch with him after you fell madly in love with that bastard.

Years later I was seated in my study when Abel suddenly walked in, our son toddling closely behind him on his short legs. He had grown very attached to his father, and ever since he started walking, he refused to let anyone carry him. “Well, look at my babies,” I called out fondly. Our son immediately ran into my arms, while Abel stood there with a wide smile spread across his face. “I have a surprise for you, Clara,” Abel said. “Someone reached out to me. I think they might know who your real parents are.”

Clark gnashed his teeth, feeling a surge of anger. It was clear that Richard was favoring Damon. Unlike Damon, however, Clark didn't have his own company and couldn't afford to defy Richard. He quickly lowered his head and spoke in a guilty tone. "You're right, Grandpa... I acted on impulse. Besides, Jordyn is carrying my child..." "Enough. I don't want to hear about your relationship problems anymore. You can go now," Richard cut him off sharply.

In fact, the man’s title was a great hint to his bad habit. “Am I wrong though?” Galbraith snickered and drew closer to his wife before drawing her into his embrace. “I wish I could say that you were, but that old man is an embarrassment to the Heavenly Fox name,” Clara chuckled softly and leaned closer to her husband. As she spoke of her father, her eyes grew hazy and reminiscent of those old times; something that Galbraith - even drunk - noticed. “You miss him huh,” Galbraith asked, but he already knew the answer to his question.

"Craig never had a heart condition. He made it up to hide his affair with his widowed sister-in-law, Verna! The two of them have been hooking up behind everyone's backs for a long time. "Verna and I gave birth on the exact same day. He secretly bribed a nurse to swap our babies, and he even wanted to drown my son in the bathtub with his own hands! Had I not seen through his scheme beforehand, my baby would've been the one who's dead now!"

"So you destroyed him." "I undercut his contracts. I spread information about his financial instability. Not lies. Truths he had been hiding from his investors. Within a year, his company collapsed. He died of a heart attack six months later." "And you never thought to tell me this?" "I did not know David was his son. The name meant nothing to me when you first introduced him. If I had known, Clara, I would have told you. I would have warned you. I would have done everything in my power to protect you from him."