Chapter 150: A Sudden Shift
Harry felt like his brain had turned to mush. His thoughts were tangled, and everything seemed to be spiraling out of control. He couldn’t process the shocking revelation.
“Caspian, what’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me!” Mrs. Marigold’s voice trembled with genuine concern as she saw Harry’s stunned expression. He didn’t respond, lost in his thoughts. Panicked, she shouted, “Doctor! Somebody, call the doctor!”
“I’m thinking, Mrs. Marigold. Please, don’t keep calling the doctor,” Harry said, his voice edged with helpless frustration.
“Alright, alright,” Mrs. Marigold quickly nodded, trying to calm him. “I won’t call the doctor. Caspian, please, take your time to think.”
“You said the DNA results were clear. What did they say?” Harry’s mind raced, the words still ringing in his ears.
“It said that you and Alaric are father and son,” Mrs. Marigold replied with certainty.
Harry’s eyes widened. “The DNA test says Alaric is my biological father?” He could hardly believe what he was hearing. It was as though the world had suddenly turned upside down.
“Yes, the results are absolutely accurate. I’ve confirmed it through various sources,” Mrs. Marigold assured him.
“But I’m Alaric’s biological son?” Harry’s voice cracked with disbelief.
“Yes.” Mrs. Marigold looked at him with genuine concern. “Caspian, are you alright? What’s wrong with you? Please, don’t scare me.”
Harry barely registered her words. His mind was a chaotic blur, and in an effort to ground himself, he slapped his own cheek.
“That really hurts,” he muttered to himself, his body stiff with the shock of it all.
He wasn’t dreaming. He was Harry Storm. Not Caspian. He couldn’t be Alaric’s son. It didn’t make sense.
Seeing Harry slap himself, Mrs. Marigold was truly frightened. She hurried to his side, grabbing his hand with genuine concern. “Caspian, what’s going on? Why are you hitting yourself? What’s wrong? Doctor! Somebody, call the doctor!”
Harry felt his frustration rise. “You’re so noisy!” he snapped. “Do you have anything else to say besides calling for the doctor? I don’t want to see a doctor!”
“Alright, alright,” Mrs. Marigold said quickly, backing off. “I won’t call the doctor. Caspian, please, don’t be angry. I was wrong.”
Now that she was trying to make amends, Mrs. Marigold wisely stayed quiet, letting Harry think in peace.
“Don’t speak. Let me think for a while,” Harry said, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, trying to untangle the mess of his thoughts.
“Okay, I won’t speak,” Mrs. Marigold whispered, careful not to disturb him.
Harry tried to focus, but his thoughts kept spiraling. If he and Alaric were father and son, that would mean Elisa was Alaric’s daughter too. That would make her, Caspian, and him…siblings. The whole situation was a mess.
But then, he remembered. From childhood, it had always been just him and Elisa. Galatea had never mentioned a brother. Could it be that Caspian wasn’t Alaric’s son after all? That there had been a mix-up at birth?
No, that didn’t make sense either. Caspian and he looked too much alike. They must be siblings. There was no way around it.
“Caspian? Caspian?” Mrs. Marigold’s voice broke through his haze. He hadn’t moved or blinked for what felt like an eternity, and she was getting worried.
“You’re really annoying,” Harry muttered, irritation rising as he tried to process everything. “If you keep this up, I’ll need you to leave. I can’t think clearly with all this noise.”
“I’m sorry,” Mrs. Marigold said quickly. “I won’t speak anymore. Please, keep thinking.”
Harry shot her a pointed look. His mind was already a mess. “You’ve already messed up my thoughts. What else can I think about now?”
Mrs. Marigold, desperate to ease the tension, tried to distract him. “So, Caspian, do you want to eat something or play with your toys?”
Harry turned to look at her, and despite himself, he was amused. Mrs. Marigold, who had always been stern and almost witch-like in her cruelty, was now trying so hard to please him. It was so unexpected that a mischievous idea sparked in Harry’s mind.
“Mrs. Marigold, do you regret treating me badly before?” he asked, a playful glint in his eye.
“Yes, I was wrong,” she replied immediately, eager to make up for past mistakes.
Harry leaned back against the pillows, enjoying the moment. “Does that mean you’ll buy me whatever I want now?”
“Of course, Caspian,” Mrs. Marigold said earnestly. “If you want the stars in the sky, I’ll get them for you.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Let the stars stay where they are. I want a cellphone. Mine fell into the toilet.”
A cellphone? That was all he needed in the moment to feel a little more normal amidst the chaos.
“Cellphones are bad for your eyes,” Mrs. Marigold protested, but then she brightened. “How about this? If you don’t want a cellphone, I’ll buy you a private plane! When you’re feeling better, we can go on a trip together!”
Harry snorted. A private plane? That was way too extravagant. He had a better idea.
“Am I now Mr. Knight Junior?” Harry asked suddenly. “Are all the assets of the Knight family mine now?”
“Of course, you’re my only grandson. Everything in the Knight family belongs to you,” Mrs. Marigold confirmed with absolute certainty.
Harry’s mind raced. Previously, Caspian had offered him five million, but his pride had stopped him from accepting. But now? The truth was, he was an heir to the Knight family’s wealth, and he had plans to use it for good—especially for Galatea, who had struggled so much.
“Then give me the 760 thousand dollars first, and I’ll spend it,” Harry said, his voice full of new confidence.
“Okay, tell me your account number, and I’ll transfer it to you right away,” Mrs. Marigold agreed without hesitation.
Harry couldn’t help but be impressed by how quickly Mrs. Marigold was complying with his every whim. She was now treating him like royalty.
“Alright, I want to sleep now,” Harry said, exhausted from all the recent revelations. “You’re too noisy. Please leave.”
“I promise to be quiet. You sleep first,” Mrs. Marigold said softly, covering him with a blanket.
Harry closed his eyes, hoping that when he woke, everything would still be real and not just some strange dream.
As he drifted into sleep, Mrs. Marigold stayed vigilantly by his side, not leaving until nightfall.
Meanwhile, Alaric, who had spent the afternoon in a meeting, checked his phone once the meeting ended. He tried calling Galatea, but his call went straight to voicemail. The message that followed chilled him: “Sorry, the number you dialed is switched off.”
Galatea had turned off her phone.