Chapter 1299

Eleanor didn’t notice her as her group quickly headed for the elevators.

“Oh my god! Is that Eleanor? She really owns the room p>

“She’s the real deal. Her accomplishments speak for themselves p>

“In the world of scientific research, you can’t get by without real talent p>

“True that p>

Faye listened to her colleagues’ chatter, clutching the documents in her hand so tightly her knuckles turned white.

There was a time when she’d convinced herself Eleanor succeeded because of her father, because of Joel Kingsley, because of lan, because of sheer luck—anything but her own merit.

But now, seeing this felt like a slap in the face. The stark contrast between them was suffocating.

“Faye? Faye,” a colleague called her name.

“What is it?” Faye snapped back to reality, her expression sour.

“We should head up,” the colleague said, giving her a curious look.

Faye followed them with her files. Just then, one of her colleagues asked, “Faye, I heard you were in the same year as Eleanor, and even in the same class. Is that true p>

“Yeah, tell us what she was like back in school p>

Faye’s face suddenly darkened. She shot them a glare. “What she’s like has nothing to do with me p>

The two colleagues were taken aback and exchanged a confused glance. What had gotten into her? They quickly walked ahead, not daring to provoke her further.

Just then, Faye’s phone buzzed. She looked down and saw a text from Horace: [You free tonight? Want to get dinner p>

A flash of intense hatred crossed Faye’s eyes. She knew Horace was unhinged, so she had been avoiding him lately, trying her best not to see him.

[Faye, there’s something about your father I want to tell you tonight. I’m sure you’ll be interested p>

Faye continued to ignore him, but Horace was persistent. [Are you sure you don’t want to know your dad’s secret p>

Faye knew her father had plenty of mistresses. It was just the same old sordid affair, and she had no interest in his messy life.

Another text from Horace came through. [Faye, I’ll give you a hint. It’s about your dad having an illegitimate son p>

Faye glanced at her phone in

irritation, but her eyes widened at

the last messages What

illegitimate son? Her father had an

illegitimate son? How was that

possible?

For years, her mother had kept a tight leash on him. Even with all his affairs, none of

the women had ever had a child. Horace had to be lying.

[Horace, I’m at work. Can you stop bothering me?] Faye texted back, her tone a clear warning.

[Faye, don’t be so cold! It’s just dinner. I won’t do anything p>

Faye shoved her phone into her pocket, determined to ignore him She had just gotten to her desk when her phone rang. Thinking it was Horace again, she was

surprised to see it was her mother.

“Hey, Mom,” Faye answered wearily.

On the other end, her mother’s voice was choked with sobs. “Faye—your father just

told me he wants a divorce. He’s leaving us p>

Faye shot up from her chair. “What p>

“I don’t know what’s gotten into him.

He came home today and started a

fight and then he just brought up

divorce

What have bever

have bever done to

deserve this p>

As her mother’s cries filled her ear, Faye remembered Horace’s texts. Could it be

true? Did her father really have an illegitimate son somewhere?