Chapter 269: You are not an Allen
The words fell like a sledgehammer, shattering the rock in Davis’s heart and bearing their judgment with them. "Desmond isn’t an Allen," he murmured silently, his mind spiraling as he struggled to analyze and comprehend the weight of this revelation.
One question thundered through him with unwavering force: "If not an Allen, then who?"
All his life, he had known Desmond as his uncle. He had grown up calling him that, had seen him at family functions, in business meetings, and around the Allen mansion like any other member of their bloodline.
Not once had there been a whisper or hint suggesting he was anything but an Allen.
Yet now, hearing Elder Allen say it with such finality stirred an unsettling dread within Davis. How many more secrets lay buried in the depths of this family?
Unbeknownst to them, Desmond, who had just arrived at the hospital room door ready to argue his way past the guards, stood frozen. The words filtered clearly through the small window, hitting him with unrelenting force.
"I am not an Allen?"
"I was never a member of the Allen family?"
"Why have I not known about this? Why was it hidden from me? What really happened?"
"If I’m not an Allen, then who am I?"
"Why had I never been treated differently except in the course of taking over the Group?"