The Billionaire's Hidden Son

Black mail

A sly smirk formed on my lips, conveying the satisfaction of knowing that he had underestimated my true capabilities.

It was clear that he still saw me as the old Stephen, unaware of the power I now held. A mocking laughter danced across my face, implying a sense of superiority.

"Are you curious to know?" I asked, my voice betraying a hint of vulnerability, intentionally toying with him.

"I guess you shouldn't worry, Mr. Clinton," I continued, my tone cool and composed. "We are in a hospital after all. Let's maintain our demeanor and not behave like rascals." I walked back to Susan's bedside, where she lay, and took her hands delicately in mine. Rubbing them gently in an attempt to comfort her, their warmth spreading to my own hands.

"I know you must be feeling incredibly sad about the loss of your baby," I said gently, offering my sincere condolences. "But please try not to worry. Everything is going to be alright. I think I should take my leave for now, but I will check on you la