The Last Heir Of Blackwood

Chapter 04~

The morning sunlight pierced through the windows of the Daniels’ grand living room, but the atmosphere inside was anything but bright. David stood near the entrance, feeling the cold stares from everyone in the room. The entire Daniels family was seated in the plush chairs, all wearing the same expression of anger and disgust. Ethan, dressed in his expensive suit, sat comfortably beside Sarah, as if he already belonged there.

David clenched his fists at the sight of him. “Why is he here?” he asked, his eyes fixed on Ethan. “He shouldn't be here.”

Mrs. Daniels scoffed loudly. “Why shouldn’t he be here? Unlike you, Ethan is a respectable man with purpose and vision. He’s already more of a family member than you’ve ever been.”

“Exactly,” Mr. Daniels chimed in, sipping his coffee as if he hadn’t just insulted his son-in-law. “You should be grateful we’re letting you leave with a shred of dignity.”

“This is between us, and an outsider isn't supposed to witness it.” He stated.

“Oh please, David, don't try to play tough and smart.” Mrs. Daniels sighed. “We aren't buying that shit here. Mind you, Ethan isn't an outsider anymore, if anyone here is, then it's you. So get that at the back of your skull.”

David looked at Sarah, hoping for at least a hint of support from her. But her expression was cold, indifferent. “Sarah, is this really necessary? Do you have to humiliate me like this?”

Sarah shrugged, crossing her arms. “I don’t have the luxury of time to argue with you, David. Let’s just get this over with. The lawyer is here, and the papers are ready.”

The lawyer, a stern man with graying hair, placed the documents on the coffee table. “Mr. Blackwood, Mrs. Daniels has already signed her part. All that’s left is your signature.”

David’s heart sank. He looked at Sarah again, with desperation in his eyes. “Sarah, at least let me see the kids before I sign. I deserve that much.”

Sarah’s eyes narrowed. “No, David. You lost that right the moment you became a burden to this family. Once you sign those papers, nothing about me or the kids belongs to you anymore.”

Her words did hit him like a hammer. “Sarah, please,” he pleaded. “I love you. I love our family. I know I’ve made mistakes, but I can do better. Just give me another chance.”

Sarah shook her head. “It’s too late for that, David. I gave you years to prove yourself, and you wasted every single one of them. I won’t make the same mistake again.”

Ethan smirked from his seat, clearly enjoying the scene. “Maybe it’s for the best, David. Sometimes it takes losing everything to find your true purpose.”

David glared at him but said nothing. What could he say? He was outnumbered, out of place in the very home he once called his own.

“Sign the papers, David,” Sarah said, “Let’s not drag this out.”

David hesitated, staring at the stack of papers in front of him. His hands were shaking as he picked up the pen. He glanced around the room one last time, hoping someone—anyone—would speak up for him. But the silence was all he could get in return.

He was going to sign on the paper, but he realised that signing that document means he has no right to his kids. He was okay with not having anything to do with Sarah anymore, but he knew for sure that one of these days, he'd come back for his kids.

He stamped the pen on the desk, leaving everyone shocked. "I'm not signing the documents." He refused.

Sarah tanked up, now foaming in anger. "What exactly do you think you are, David? Why do you continually keep making life difficult for me? Sign the damn document and leave, is that too much to ask?"

"No, but I can't do this." He insisted. "I love you, Sarah, but if you don't want anything to do with me then it's fine. But I can't let my kids under the care of another man."

"Please. Please. Please, don't even think about that." Sarah barked. "Ethan isn't just anybody, he is my new husband and it means he is automatically the kid's father."

David's gaze shifted to Ethan who had an amusing smile on his face. He had so many words to say but he just couldn't because it was four against himself alone, and there was no one to back him up.

"You don't have to worry about his signature," Mrs. Daniels stated. "I have you two marriage certificate, we can scan his signature and attach it. But if it seems impossible, then I have a friend who is good at copying people's signature, we have him do it and stamp it."

"Mother—" David was about to speak when Mrs. Daniels cut him short with a sneer.

"Who's your mother, huh?" She sneered. "You better call that name to the pathetic woman who birthed you. I can't be a mother to a useless and incompetent human like you."

Sarah saw that the idea was good, she nodded in agreement. "Good. You can call your friend as soon as possible, we need to get this done before weekend."

David stared at Sarah in disbelief. "You can't do this, Sarah. You can't just throw me out because of a man."

"Well, as you can see, I'm already doing what I would have done a long time ago." She said as a matter of fact.

David saw there was no point begging because his words had no effect on her. Before he could even think about going to his room to pack his belongings, he saw the maids descending the staircase with his suitcase and a couple of small boxes.

“What... What is this?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mrs. Daniels smirked. “We thought we’d save you the trouble. You don’t have much anyway, so it didn’t take long.”

David looked at Sarah again. “You couldn’t even let me pack my own things?”

“You don’t live here anymore, David,” Sarah said bluntly. “You should be thanking us for sparing you the effort.”

One of the maids placed his suitcase by the door. “Your things are ready, sir,” she said politely, though there was a hint of pity in her voice.

David took a deep breath, fighting back tears. “Sarah, please,” he said one last time. “Don’t do this. Think about everything we’ve been through. Think about the kids.”

Sarah’s eyes hardened. “Don’t make me call the cops, David. If you don’t leave this house right now, I will.”

The finality in her voice left no room for argument. David looked around the room one last time, his gaze fell on the family that had never truly accepted him. He picked up his suitcase, nodding his head.

As he opened the door, Ethan spoke up again. “Good luck out there, David. You’re going to need it.”

David didn’t reply. He stepped outside, feeling the cold morning air hitting him like a slap. The door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoed in his ears.

He stood there for a moment, staring at the grand house he had once called home. Then, with a heavy heart, he picked up his suitcase and walked down the driveway, leaving everything—and everyone—he had ever loved behind.

What hurt him the most was the fact that he never saw his kid before leaving.