Chapter 1499
“Mr. Howard, Sophia has left.”
Quinton glanced through the peephole to see Sophia, dressed immaculately and clutching her bag, exiting the opposite suite.
Balfour squinted slightly. She was leaving earlier than expected.
“I’m going over to have a word with that scoundrel now.” He said as he rose from his seat. “Keep an eye out and let me know immediately if she comes back.”
Quinton nodded. “Yes, Mr. Howard.”
As Balfour walked out, Sophia was already out of sight. He approached the opposite door and knocked.
After a minute, the apartment door opened.
Just like yesterday, Balfour had to lower his gaze to see Marcus, seated in a wheelchair.
Marcus looked up at him, his calm eyes showing no surprise at Balfour’s early visit, merely saying, “You’re here.”
Balfour responded with a cold grunt, asking, “So, she won’t be back for now?”
Marcus nodded. “Come in.”.
Balfour entered at Marcus’s invitation. The layout of the suite was almost identical to his.
Marcus gestured towards the couch. “Sit down. I’ll get you something to drink.”
Balfour raised his hand. “No need. I didn’t come here for a drink.”
Marcus, who was about to head to the kitchen, paused at Balfour’s refusal and decided not to insist.
“Well then.” He said, returning to his place. “Ask whatever you want to ask.”
Balfour took a seat, looking at Marcus squarely. His gaze fell on Marcus’s paralyzed legs before finally speaking. “What happened?”
“Car accident.” Marcus replied.
Balfour let out a sarcastic laugh. “And I suppose the amnesia was a result of the same accident?”
Marcus nodded. “Supposedly, yes.”
Balfour raised an eyebrow. “Supposedly?”
Marcus’s face remained emotionless as he answered. “I’ve been told so since I lost my memory. All I know of my past and who I am has been told to me by others.”
Balfour scrutinized him, trying to discern if he was lying.
Seeing no signs of guilt on Marcus’s face, Balfour asked, “What about the child with you? You don’t remember him either?”
“I don’t. I was told that Tristan is my son with Sophia. He’s been there since I can remember.”
Balfour clenched his fist in anger at Marcus’s feigned ignorance. “Well, you certainly seem to have forgotten everything conveniently and have been living a carefree
life.
If you don’t remember, then let me remind you.
That child was stolen from the delivery room while Ellinor was in labor. Someone stole it under the guise of being the father.”
Marcus looked surprised, and then a hint of confusion crossed his face. “Ellinor? You’re saying I was once married to a woman named Ellinor?”
Married? Balfour almost wanted to affirmatively nod and say yes. But his sister and this heartless man didn’t even have a marriage certificate between them.
