My Life After I Decided To Conduct A DNA Test on My First Son – part 9
And tranquility erupted my house.
Everywhere was calm.
Some minutes later, Henry entered my room, that he wants to ask me something
“Ask me what?”
When he entered my room, my anger stirred, because the sight of him was beginning to upset me.
“Did your mother send you here?” I asked angrily
I noticed he was looking startled and a bit scared.
“What is it? You said you want to ask me something?”
“What will happen to me if I’m not your son? Where will I go?”
“Go and ask your mother that and get out of here”
He stood there, looking at me, demanding an answer to his question.
I was about shouting at him to get out, when his mother came and dragged him out.
While she was drawing him to leave, he started crying, saying he was sorry for being a stubborn boy, that he will change
“I will change daddy. I will be a good boy daddy. Daddy forgive me”
He continued shouting, crying, while he was being dragged to the room.
But I didn’t feel a thing for him. I already made up my mind, that he wasn’t my child.
I also heard his mother scolding him to stop crying.
The next day, while I was taking them to school, he was so quiet in the car. For the first time, Henry was so calm because I said I wasn’t his father.
He loves me and wants me to be his father.
What I said really hurt him, I even noticed he was crying inside.
He was thinking that maybe, he was a stubborn boy and doesn’t hear words, that was why I was rejecting him. He doesn’t know that, it was a different thing entirely. I have big plans for all my children. I wouldn’t want to waste such on a child who is not mine.
Fast forward to the day I went for the DNA test.
Prisca came to me, saying she is requesting for the last time, not to go ahead with it. That I’m insulting the love and trust she has for me. That if I go ahead with it, that I will loose her and the kids forever.
“Why would I loose you and the kids? Tell me, why? Because you already know the outcome of the test. You don’t have anything to fear if he is my real son” I replied her, but she didn’t say anything again. She was so quiet.
“I’m asking you for the last time, who is Henry’s father?”
She still didn’t answer me.
“I may still forgive you if you would be kind enough to open up now. Atleast, you will be saving us the stress, time and money”
And she huffed and left…. do not stop reading… click below to read the end.
