Seeing him silent for a long time, Keith Donovan somewhat guessed a few things.
"Ah, it’s actually nothing." Keith Donovan laughed it off, "How does the saying go, a good girl fears a persistent man! As long as you persist, you two will definitely—"
"That child is still alive."
James Grant spoke, cutting off Keith Donovan’s words.
He stared at James Grant in disbelief, his expression even slightly dazed, "You’re saying..."
James Grant closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a silent sigh, "Back then, that child survived, it was the Sinclair family who helped her, took care of her and she gave birth to the child, it was a girl."
Keith Donovan simply didn’t know what to say.
Back then Evelyn Clayton had an accident, and after he found out and rushed to the hospital, he learned from Tristan Hawthorne, who arrived earlier, that Evelyn Clayton was pregnant at the time.
Keith Donovan felt puzzled, "But didn’t the doctor say then, that Evelyn Clayton’s old injuries from the car accident recurred, and the child wasn’t saved?"
James Grant gazed at the rapidly passing street scene outside the window, speaking heavily, "Perhaps back then, the Sinclair family had already intervened between her and me — or maybe Yara Reagan had seen the doctor and hid it from me."
No matter how it was heard, Keith Donovan felt it was magical.
They all saw Evelyn Clayton’s condition back then.
They almost all thought Evelyn Clayton would not get through it.
Keith Donovan hesitated to speak, then lightly coughed, "James, maybe the question I’m about to ask might be a bit inappropriate... But, is there a possibility that the child isn’t yours? It’s just Evelyn Clayton—"
James Grant looked at Keith Donovan, his eyes obscure and deep, showing no emotion.
Keith Donovan raised his hand slightly, sighing lightly, "I just feel it’s unlikely. We all saw her condition at the time."
"I’ve already met the child." James Grant astonishingly calmly said, "She couldn’t possibly be someone else’s."
Seeing James Grant so definitive, even if Keith Donovan had many more doubts, he had to suppress them.
He discreetly remarked, "Even if she is yours, how did she just let you see the child so easily, which is also really strange."
"She said this was respecting the child’s wishes." James Grant thought of Sharon, his expression visibly softening, "That’s a very well-behaved, understanding, and mature little girl."
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"Since the child wants to see you, and you get along well, then go see her more often! You can also meet Evelyn Clayton more frequently!"
Keith Donovan became even slightly excited the more he spoke, "Or recognize the child back to the Grant Family, then I could become a godfather or something!"
James Grant’s expression became a bit dazed for a moment, "I can’t do that."
"Why?" Keith Donovan was stunned.
"Because that is Evelyn’s child, not mine." James Grant almost murmured, "This child has grown so big, I haven’t contributed anything, nor have I fulfilled any responsibility... I’m an unqualified father."
Keith Donovan stammered a bit, "But, but isn’t that because Evelyn Clayton left? If she had stayed, letting you know the existence of this child from the beginning, things wouldn’t be this way."
Pain spread to James Grant’s heart, just like in the past, when he didn’t know whether Evelyn Clayton was alive or dead for those five years.
"These are all excuses." James Grant’s voice was hoarse, "If it wasn’t for my insistence on bringing Charlotte Sterling in front of her back then, such things wouldn’t have happened."
It was all his fault.