The Son Who Wasn’t WantedChapter 3
Chapter 3 runs about 2,481 characters and is the last of the 3 opening chapters catalogued on this site; chapter 4 continues in the official app.
Time seemed to freeze. Everyone’s expressions were etched into masks of disbelief.
“Adrian! You tricked us!”
Cassy was the first to react, lunging forward and swiftly snatching the signed agreement from my hand. She glanced down at its contents, a twisted, triumphant smile spreading across her face.
“Adrian, you are utterly despicable! For money, you’d abandon your own brother’s life!”
She held the document aloft, shouting to everyone:
“Look, everyone, this is the true face of the Gosling family’s biological son!”
“He never intended to save anyone; he was just blackmailing his own parents!”
With that, she crumpled the document savagely and stuffed it into her pocket. Then, she turned, displaying her agile figure, and rushed into the equestrian center without hesitation.
“Ken, don’t be scared! I’m coming to save you!”
Facing the frenzied horse, she remained fearless, even demonstrating remarkable horsemanship. To protect Ken, her arm was grazed by a hoof, leaving a bloody mark. She successfully reined in the horse, helping the thoroughly shaken Ken down from its back. A classic damsel-saves-distressed-man scenario, and the entire arena erupted in thunderous applause and admiration.
“Miss Cassy is amazing!”
“So brave! Now that’s a true heroine!”
“Compared to a certain heartless man, it’s like night and day!”
The applause and praise felt like stinging slaps across my face. Then came a real, solid slap. Ashton stood up, walked to me, and with all his might, delivered a blow to my cheek. It left me dizzy, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of my mouth.
“You ungrateful wretch! You viper!”
He pointed a trembling finger at my nose, enraged. “How could the Gosling family produce something so utterly heartless!”
Sarah rushed over, her eyes burning with venom. “Adrian, I truly regret taking you back! You don’t deserve to be my son!”
They all swarmed around Ken and Cassy, fussing over the hero and the pretty boy. Cassy supported Ken, basking in the crowd’s adoration. Ken leaned into her arms, looking utterly pitiful, tears streaking his pale face, a picture of vulnerability.
“Brother…”
He looked at me, his voice as soft as a feather. “Brother, we’re family, how could you be so cruel, watching me on the brink of death and refusing to help…” He paused, then added, with deliberate implication, “This horse, I remember you always trained it, brother.”
“It’s usually so gentle; why would it suddenly act like this today? Brother, were you trying to hurt me on purpose?”