Love's Perfect Match

Chapter 687 A Bad Premonition

The look on Damian's face caught them utterly off guard with his question. Only then did Callum have the chance to

scrutinize his son. He stared at Damian's fair, soft cheeks and the boy's stoic temperament and soon noticed the

resemblance between them. So, Callum had no doubt that Damian was his son. "Of course, I'm your father."

Callum thought that Damian would be overjoyed to know this, but the boy merely gazed at him steadily and shot

him a look of disgust.

Is he disgusted? Callum thought, puzzled. Why is this little guy looking disgusted?

"You're a little sick," Damian concluded in a simple but brutal way.

Meanwhile, Elspeth shortly figured out just how Damian came to such a conclusion based on what had happened a

minute ago. So, she shared a look with Callum before blushing brightly. "Damian, listen to me—"

Right when she wanted to say something, Damian turned to her and gave her a warm smile. "Mommy, I know that

you're innocent. The fault lies in this man."

Callum flicked his finger on Damian's forehead. "Who are you calling 'this man'? I'm your father."

Damian warily took a few steps back but still ensured to place Elspeth behind himself as he said, "That's what you

claim. Do you have any proof that you're my father? Besides, it's been so many years. Why haven't you looked for

us if you're my father?"

In other words, Damian thought that it would be too easy for Callum if he acknowledged him as his father just

because of Callum's words. Frankly, Callum hadn't thought that his son would be so sharp at such a young age.

Elspeth nodded in agreement. Although they did share a lot of physical similarities, it wasn't enough to prove that

they were father and son. Furthermore, it had been so many years, and she truly wondered whether he had

deliberately abandoned her and Damian in the past.

At the thought of this, the good impression she had of Callum disappeared without a trace, and so did the smile on

her face as she held Damian's shoulder. Instead, she put on an indifferent expression. "I'm sure that I don't know

you, mister."

When Callum saw the honesty in her eyes, he knew that she was telling the truth when she said that she didn't

know him. Even though he had no idea what had transpired in the past, he reckoned from her expression that she

had lost her memory. While he was pondering over this, the sounds of hurried footsteps echoed from the doorway.

The look on Damian's face caught them utterly off guard with his question. Only then did Callum have the chance to

scrutinize his son. He stared at Damian's fair, soft cheeks and the boy's stoic temperament and soon noticed the

resemblance between them. So, Callum had no doubt that Damian was his son. "Of course, I'm your father."

Elspeth had heard this familiar sound countless times before and jerked her head to the door with a bright smile on

her face. "There you are, Slevin."

Elspeth had heard this familiar sound countless times before and jerked her head to the door with a bright smile on

her face. "There you are, Slevin."

At the mention of this familiar name, Callum's face fell and looked solemn. When he turned his head around and

Slevin saw that he was in the room, Slevin kept his cool and looked at him in amusement. "It's surprising that you

could find your way here, Mr. Winthrop."

"If I hadn't, I wouldn't have found out all the things that you've done."

From the solemn look on Callum's face and the hint of aggression in their exchange of words, Elspeth reckoned that

both of them didn't get along.

"I'm terribly sorry that I'm late to pick you guys up. I had some unfinished business to attend to earlier." Slevin

ignored Callum with ease, paced straight toward Elspeth, and casually picked up her bag as though he had done it

countless times. "Let's go."

Meanwhile, the instant Callum saw just how the three of them were so familiar and happy together, he couldn't help

but feel as though he was the outsider. He immediately felt an uneasy feeling rising in his chest but couldn't put a

finger on the wide range of emotions swimming within him. Nonetheless, he could adjust himself to situations better

than the average and quickly recollected himself, blocking their path. "Mr. Damazio, I don't think what you're doing

is acceptable because they're my wife and son."

A fire burned brightly in Slevin's eyes. "How can you prove that you're her husband?"

Callum chuckled with confidence. "Our marriage is legally registered in the country."

Slevin extended right hand, palm-up. "Then, show us the marriage certificate."

The moment Callum heard that request, he lost the smile on his face. Before he rushed here, he didn't know that

Elspeth had lost her memories. So, he hadn't thought of bringing the marriage certificate with him.

On the other hand, Slevin smirked triumphantly when he saw Callum's face flushing with anger. "Stop bothering us

if you can't provide any proof." Then, he said to Elspeth, "Let's go, Elspeth."

Elspeth looked between the unrelated stranger and Slevin, who had been by her side all the time, and eventually

decided to leave with the latter without hesitation. Naturally, Damian trotted after his mother.

Even though Callum had a strong urge to grab Elspeth's hand, he was worried that he would startle her, considering

her amnesiac state, and could only watch silently as Slevin led them away.

There were many unspoken things on Elspeth's mind as she followed Slevin out of the room. Hence, when they

were in the car, Slevin swiftly saw that she was in a daze and asked, "What's wrong? Are you still thinking about

what happened earlier?"

"Yeah. Back when I first woke up, you told me that my husband and family had passed away and you were good

friends with them, but what's up with this guy who came out of nowhere?"

Judging from the way Callum and Slevin interacted with each other, Elspeth was sure that they were not friends.

Plus, there was no doubt that Slevin had lied to her. Although she had thought of this, she couldn't bring herself to

be mad at Slevin when she remembered that he was the one who had taken good care of her all these years and

had never mistreated her in any way.

Slevin appeared a little apologetic. "I'm really sorry that I lied to you in the past, but the situation was precarious at

that time. If I had told you the truth, it would have affected you and the baby in your womb. After a checkup by the

doctor at that time, he said that you should remain emotionally stable lest it affects your baby and cause a

miscarriage. He even said that you might not be able to conceive if you suffer a miscarriage given your physical

condition back then."

Elspeth stared into his eyes, and she listened to his every word as he uttered them seriously without any intention

of lying to her. Suddenly, she felt that she was being rather rude toward him earlier. "I'm sorry. I didn't know that

you had your reasons."

If Slevin had hidden the truth from her because of her well-being, then it was understandable, and she shouldn't

simply blame him from the moral high ground.

"What about afterward? Why didn't you tell me the truth after I gave birth to Damian?"

A look of dilemma washed over Slevin's face as he clutched the steering wheel. "That's because the situation at

that time was dangerous and something which you couldn't accept at all had happened. So, I couldn't bring myself

to bring this up. Rather than telling you and watching as you live in misery every day, I would rather prefer it that

you live every day happily as you do now."

"What happened that I couldn't accept?"

For some inexplicable reason, Elspeth's heart started galloping madly, and a bad premonition rose within her heart.