Chapter 211

Just then, someone barged into the hospital room.

It was Brandon. He saw Royce by my bedside and shot us a suspicious look.

"Caroline, seriously? You went through all that trouble to divorce me just to be with this guy?"

His timing was impeccable. I was already on edge, and here he was, like a perfect target for my frustration.

I glared at Brandon. "You're still breathing? If I were you, I'd be too ashamed to show my face."

Brandon's expression darkened. "What the hell, Caroline? I came here because I was worried about you, and this is the thanks I get?"

"If I hadn't heard Aria was in danger, I wouldn't have rushed over."

I let out a bitter laugh. "Stop kidding yourself, Brandon. You're just a waste of space."

"Do you even know who was shooting on the mountain that day? It was Renee's people."

"They could've killed your child without a second thought."

"Didn't you notice something was off?"

"To them, you're nothing. They don't give a damn about your opinions, including your child, your own flesh and blood."

"If they had even a shred of respect for you, they wouldn't have shot at Aria."

Brandon clenched his fists, staying silent.

But I could see the turmoil in his eyes.

Maybe he always knew deep down but chose to ignore it. On the surface, he was the golden boy of the Jordan family, thinking he had all the power.

But this incident proved that no one in the Jordan family cared about him, not even his child.

"Brandon, you're pathetic! You can't even protect your own kid. What's the point of you being alive?"

"Get out of my room. Just looking at you makes me sick!"

He gritted his teeth, his face a storm of emotions.

I knew my words were harsh, but they hit Brandon right where it hurt.

No matter what, my goal was achieved. I wanted to sow distrust among the Jordan family.

Make them pay for kidnapping my child.

Brandon stood there, teeth clenched, before finally turning and leaving the room.

I watched his back with disdain and let out a cold snort. "Pathetic."

Royce had been watching me vent, a slight smile on his lips.

"Feel better after that?"

I nodded. "Better, but not enough. I need to let out all the anger I've bottled up over the past ten years to really feel good."

Just then, Savannah burst into the room.

She looked at me with a terrified expression, making me sense something was wrong.

Royce turned and frowned slightly at Savannah.

Savannah immediately left the room.

Royce told me to lie down and not move, then followed Savannah out.

I had a gut feeling something was up, and they were trying to keep it from me.

So after Royce left, I pulled out the IV, threw off the covers, and got out of bed.

Royce and Savannah were talking on the other side of the hospital corridor, and I quietly approached.

I overheard Royce asking in a low voice, "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, Caroline's blood type is A, and Brandon's is O. There's no way they could have a child with blood type B."

"Double-check the child's blood type. Could there be a mistake?"

Savannah shook her head. "I've checked Aria's blood type three times. It's definitely B."

Hearing this, it felt like my world was shattering.

My heartbeat pounded like a drum, drowning out everything else.

It was as if the whole world had become distant.

I walked out in disbelief, grabbing Savannah's clothes. "Say that again?"

Savannah and Royce were both stunned to see me.

They hadn't expected me to be there.

Royce coughed, trying to guide me back to the room.

I shook off his hand and shouted at Savannah, "Say it again!"

Savannah looked to Royce for help, and after he sighed and nodded, she spoke.

"Caroline, we just did a thorough check-up on Aria at the hospital, worried he might be malnourished or something. But we found out Aria's blood type is B."

"At the same time, Brandon also had a check-up. I saw his results-he's type O."

My hand loosened, and I muttered, "But I'm type A. I'm type A..."

"Aria isn't my child?"

Savannah looked at me with difficulty. "I'm afraid so. But we don't know whose child he is."

"Caroline, don't be sad. We'll find the child you gave birth to. It seems Brandon might have swapped them."

But all I could think was, "Aria isn't my child. My child is gone."

I stumbled back to the room.

That one thought echoed in my mind, no matter what anyone said.

Until Royce, unable to bear it, grabbed my shoulders and shook me.

"Caroline, pull yourself together. Your biological child might still be out there. Isn't finding your child the most important thing right now?"

I looked at Royce, dazed. "But so much time has passed. With Brandon's methods, the child definitely wouldn't..."

I couldn't finish the sentence, couldn't say the child wouldn't be alive.

The thought was too cruel, like a boulder crushing me.

"Who says?"

"Brandon may be a jerk, but he wouldn't harm his own child. He might swap his child, but he wouldn't hurt him."

"Your most important task now is to find him!"

"I'll go with you. Remember? I said I'd help you find Aria, and he came back."

"Now I'm saying I'll help you find your biological child. Do you believe me?"

I looked into Royce's determined eyes and collapsed into his arms, sobbing.

I was crying for my fate, for the countless schemes and setbacks I'd faced. I'd never felt so wronged.

But now, I had to wonder, was tragedy my destiny?

I cried until Royce's shoulder was soaked, and he gently patted my back, trying to comfort me.

"Don't cry. Do you believe me?"

I let out all my pent-up emotions and felt a bit relieved.

I looked up at Royce through tear-filled eyes and nodded firmly.

"I believe you!"

Royce smiled softly, his thumb brushing away my tears.