Bryce raised his bloodshot eyes and asked, “Is it true? Did my mother die because of me?"

Hector had never spoken of Bryce's mother for many years.

This made Bryce believe that he had been abandoned.

Bryce grabbed Hector's arm, desperation in his voice.

"Tell me everything about my mothe:

Hector's gaze turned cold.

"I promised your mother I would tell you everything when you are old enough to take care of yourself."

Bryce suddenly shouted, “But I want to know now! Why are you keeping it from me? Tell me, right now!"

However, Bryce's request didn't affect Hector. Hector shrugged off Bryce's hand and said casually, “You can head back now. You are not needed here."

With that, Hector walked toward the doctor's office to inquire about Mitchel's condition.

"Hector." Bryce's voice came from behind him.

With a wry smile, Bryce asked, "I'm not your biological son, right?"

Bryce had secretly taken a paternity test when he was thirteen years old. The results revealed that he and Hector had no blood relations.

Bryce had kept this secret to himself for five long years. Today, he finally let it out.

Hector halted briefly, then walked away without uttering a word.

Frustration etched across his face, Bryce slammed his fist into the wall.

Blood immediately seeped through his fingers.

Bryce leaned against the wall for what felt like an eternity before turning around.

To his surprise, Eloise stood behind him.

Eloise wanted to say something but hesitated. However, there was undisguised pity in her eyes.