From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 119 The Unveiling of That Fateful Night Kelvin's words dripped with scorn as he sneered, "Are you certain you wish to hear the truth from my lips, rather than confessing it yourself?" He watched as the dpatriarch's composure crumbled and panic taking over. With a heavy thud, the patriarch fell to his knees, a glaring testament to his guilt. With a swift kick to the patriarch's chest, Kelvin sneered, "Fiona has already let the cat out of the bag, and yet you persist in this futile bravado!" The kick sent the patriarch sprawling backward, landing on the floor with a coughing fit. He struggled to rise, his mind spinning with confusion. What had Fiona confessed to? The patriarch's shock was palpable as he clutched his chest, his voice trembling, "Mr. Davis, Fiona, she-she..."Kelvin's face was a mask of ice, his words heavy with implicit threats, "I'm offering you one final opportunity." The patriarch's bewilderment was evident. He had no inkling of what Fiona had admitted to. Was it the fabricated pregnancy, the miscarriage, or... the events of that night? Surely, Fiona wouldn't have been so reckless?After a moment's hesitation, the patriarch began pleading, "It was all my doing, Mr. Davis. The pregnancy, the miscarriage coaching Fiona, bribing the hospital to gain your favor...I masterminded it all. She was reluctant; I persuaded her, I pressured her!""She's always disheartened when she sees you, feeling you don't favor her, feeling uncertain. I couldn't bear to see her so distressed, so... I devised this plan to make you care more for her!""Please, Mr. Davis, don't hold her accountable, it's all my fault. Punishinstead! Punish me! Fiona is blameless!" The patriarch was ready to shoulder all the blame, willing to sacrifice himself to shield Fiona.Kelvin looked down at him, aloof, "Is that all?""N-no, that's all," the patriarch stuttered, shaking uncontrollably. "Everything she did was out of love for you, Mr. Davis!"Hearing this, Kelvin's frown deepened. This was love? A love shrouded in deception? Kelvin didn't want to revisit the miscarriage; at that time, he had been so worried. So worried that he had even neglected Penelope, who had also suffered a fall.And the outcome? This father-daughter duo, conspiring against him!"I'm asking you," Kelvin prodded the patriarch with his foot, "since you're so adept at advising Fiona, clever enough to plot against me....that night Fiona and I were together, did you have a hand in it as well?"The stark contrast between the Fiona he knew and the one from that night had always raised his suspicions. He even had people secretly investigate the matter. But the results were the sas before. Now, with this farce of a fake pregnancy and a miscarriage, Kelvin's suspicions were reignited. He'd always been distrustful, never putting faith in others, only in himself."Mr. Davis, about that night, I genuinely don't know what transpired!" the patriarch exclaimed, "I couldn't possibly have arranged for her to be in your hotel room!" Upon hearing Kelvin's question, the patriarch knew his gwas up. Fiona hadn't confessed. That was a relief! It was their lifeline! As long as Mr. Davis believed he'd been with Fiona, there was still a chance for the father and daughter to turn things around! So, the patriarch began to squirm and make excuses.Kelvin's gaze was heavy and unyielding as he said, "Is that so? You should be aware of the consequences of lying tocontinuously.""Of course, of course!""But I believe you're still not revealing the entire truth."As Kelvin's words hung in the air, his polished dress shoe bore down hard on the patriarch's fingers. Just a little pressure, and the solid sole began to grind against the patriarch's bones. "Ah-!" The patriarch cried out in pain.Kelvin applied more pressure, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from the patriarch. "Speak!" Kelvin demanded, "What really happened that night?""Mr. Davis, I swear I don't know... ah!""Fine, when you remember, you get to keep the hand!" If the pressure kept up, the patriarch's hand was sure to be ruined. The patriarch wailed, "Mr. Davis, I'm being honest... How could I have the power to deliver Fiona to your bed? I was forced to give her to that old man!""Do you remember him? You've met him! He took a fancy to Fiona and demanded her specifically. I was helpless and weak, forced to hand her over.""That nearly destroyed Fiona's and my relationship as father and daughter! Luckily, that night she was clever and escaped, ended up in your room amidst the chaos... otherwise, her life would've been ruined! Ouch! It hurts!""Mr. Davis, please! You're too powerful. I couldn't have possibly plotted against you from the start!" Kelvin slowly withdrew his foot. The patriarch lay there, his hand throbbing and motionless. The bones were nearly shattered. "So," Kelvin spoke, "that night, it was Fiona.""Of course it was! You've checked!" Kelvin fell silent.After a moment, he said coldly, "Even if it was her that night, what she's done now, she doesn't deserve to be withanymore!""No, Mr. Davis, it was all my idea," the patriarch shouldered the blame, "Fiona didn't want to and refused to trap you. I forced her, and only then she agreed...""Get out!" Kelvin kicked him again. The patriarch winced in pain and pleaded, "Regardless, Fiona loves you. At least... at least she's better than Penelope, right?""Better than Penelope?" Kelvin responded with an eyebrow raised. "Yeah, you tolerated Penelope's situation! Why can't you give Fiona a chance for one mistake?" Kelvin's expression was as stormy as nightfall: "Who said I could accept that child!"He'd get rid of it, for sure! But not just yet. The twasn't right. How could he possibly keep a child that wasn't his?"You mean, you'll....." started the patriarch nervously."Get out!" Kelvin roared, his hand sweeping across the desk, sending everything crashing to the floor. His eyes were bloodshot with rage. The patriarch, terrified by Kelvin's outburst, and scurried out of the study as fast as he could, not daring to look back for fear of being too slow.Clattering sounds intermittently echoed through the villa from the study. The butler and servants on the ground floor listened, but none dared to investigate. When Mr. Davis was in such a state of rage, it was wisest to keep a distance.Kelvin braced his hands on the desk amidst the ensuing chaos- papers scattered across the floor, shattered glass everywhere... Stray locks of hair fell across his forehead, obscuring his eyes as his chest heaved with heavy breaths."Damn it, damn it all!" He punched the desk with force, the veins on the back of his hand bulging distinctly.Just moments earlier, Fiona's fabricated pregnancy had been exposed. He hadn't been as furious then; it was more the sensation of being deceived. The great Mr. Davis had been duped by Fiona's scheme. His mood was more wrathful because... nobody gets to fool him!