When Does Stiles Dad Find Out Novels & Stories

Zachary, who was indoors, hurried to the hotel entrance when he noticed that the others had not yet come back. "Mom, Dad, what's wrong? Why are you both in tears on such a joyful occasion?" Roselynn already had her head buried in Joseph's chest, sobbing. Tears swirled in Joseph's eyes, too, as he mumbled, "The secret is out. Harvey found out. He left." The moment Zachary heard that Harvey had left on his own accord, he couldn't hide the glee on his face. He offered a sardonic consolation, "Mom, Dad, don't be sad. Like I've said before, Harvey is an ungrateful man. I can't believe that he actually left without saying a word when you've both raised him for so many years.

Andrew gently pulled her into his arms. With his arms around her waist, he lowered his gaze and spoke softly, “You don’t have to hide anything from me. Just tell me what's going on. That’s what I’m here for.” Lucy hesitated for a moment before whispering, “I think Kelly went to my house. My dad just called — he’s furious and wants me to come back immediately.” Mr. Andrew furrowed his eyebrows, clearly displeased. Without hesitation, he said, “I’m going to change.”

Her voice cracked with shock, "who are you, Glen?" Glen suddenly stood up then maintained a clear gaze at me, "you can have the house, I can leave with no regrets and your husband won't judge me in the afterlife." With that, he left, leaving everyone in complete shock. Leslie never talked about her father. I thought maybe she just didn't like talking about him but how on earth did Glen know him? "Mom, can you please tell me, what's going on? Why are you horrified about my father? I thought you said he died after I was born," Leslie asked even more confused than I was.

Several nurses passing by saw him and couldn't help whispering among themselves. "That's the man who sent his own son for illegal human mods and got him killed, right?" "I heard he lost his mind afterward. He comes here every day, looking for his son." When Dad overheard them, he abruptly stood up and glared at them. "Quit that nonsense! My Callum is well and alive! He was just being a good boy and went to donate blood for Ryland! He'll be back soon!" The nurses were so startled by his outburst that they quickly hurried away.

"You can continue staying here if you want to. I'm leaving. However, you'd better tell your mother that you were the one who wanted to stay. Don't try pinning the blame on me anymore." Hurt surfaced in Tammy's eyes. My cold attitude stabbed at her heart, but I felt nothing but great satisfaction. So, words could also hurt her after all; she still thought of me as her dad at times. Still, it was too late now. … A few days later, Stacy came looking for me. My first instinct was to say, "I did not trick your daughter into looking for me. She was the one shamelessly showing up on her own." Stacy was speechless for a while.

Jayden chuckled which made me glare at him playfully before running off to my room. I was about to pick up my phone from the bed when it rang, the call was from an unknown number, I picked it up. "Hello." A voice said from the other end, the voice sounded familiar. "It's me, Stacey, your Dad." "Dad! I said surprised." "Yes, it's me, Owens." He was quiet for a while before he spoke up again. "I'm sorry Stacey, please forgive me." "It's fine, I have forgiven you, Dad." I sighed. "How have you been?"

The group began to murmur in agreement, casting accusatory glances at Stiles. Stiles didn’t respond immediately. He let their words wash over him, fueling his fury even more. When he finally spoke, his voice was cold and steady. “he will pay for this,” he said, a wicked smile spreading across his lips. “He has a son, hasn't he?” The group fell silent, their eyes now fixed on Stiles. The implication of his words hung in the air like a dark cloud. He sure had something in his mind which was not a simple one.

"Matthew? What's wrong? I just got off the plane." The moment I heard that voice, the anger and humiliation I'd been holding back surged up, burning behind my eyes, but I swallowed it down. Now wasn't the time to be weak. I spoke evenly, "Dad, don't go home yet. Come straight to Timothy's school. Mom's here—with her lover and her illegitimate son. They're trying to force us to kneel and apologize." The line went dead silent for ten long seconds. Then, his voice came again—calm, almost frighteningly so.

"Were you reborn too? I get it—you're just feeling upset, that's why you chose my dad. But you'd definitely regret it!" I kept admiring my dazzling reflection in the mirror, retorting coolly, "Regret? Why would I? And know your place—I'm your stepmother. I'll tell your dad if you keep being rude." Stumped for a moment, Dylan growled softly but threateningly, "Did you think you've won just because you're with my dad?! We'll see! Oh, and don't you forget—he's going to die in a couple of years, and he is sterile!"

Three years while Marcus Chen was searching with investigators and money and twenty-four years of grief and Richie Moore knew and said nothing. "Three years." I say the words back to him and hear my own voice change. The control going thin at the edges. "You knew for three years and you brought me into this penthouse and you watched me get a letter from a man I didn't know was my father and you said nothing. You let me carry that alone." "Michaela…" "Don't." The word comes out sharp. "Don't use that voice right now. That's your boardroom voice and I'm not a deal you're managing."