Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 232: The Rival

Spencer blinked, still caught off guard at the sight.

The boy looked vaguely familiar. Dark hair, sharp chin—there was something about the eyes.

But before he could make any connection, Sir Robert glanced up mid-sentence and spotted Spencer. The warmth in his face didn’t vanish, but it shifted and cooled slightly. "Ah," he said, closing the book. "Look who’s finally decided to visit." Spencer stepped further into the room, masking his surprise behind a carefully constructed smile. "I came to see you," he said, eyes fixed on the child in Sir Robert’s lap. "Wasn’t expecting... company."

He gestured subtly toward the boy, "Who’s the kid?"

Sir Robert paused and studied Spencer for a long moment, then ran a hand over the boy’s head. "Spencer," he said quietly, "this is your younger brother."

Spencer blinked.

His stomach twisted, but he held his expression. "I’m sorry—what?"

The boy beamed up at him. "Hello, big brother!" he chirped, waving enthusiastically. "I’m Adir!"

Spencer’s smile vanished.

"No," he said, stepping closer, his voice sharp. "Don’t joke like that."

Sir Robert’s eyes narrowed slightly, but Spencer pressed on and spoke coldly, "I don’t have any brothers."

Adir froze, the smile draining from his face. He shrank slightly, retreating into Sir Robert’s side as he whispered a complaint," Why is he so scary?"

The old man’s arm went around him instantly and protectively. "That’s enough," Sir Robert said, the edge in his voice unmistakable. "You don’t speak to a child like that. He’s four and you’re scaring him!"

Spencer’s jaw clenched. He didn’t look at the boy—couldn’t. His focus stayed locked on his grandfather. "Where did he come from?" he asked, the accusation simmering just below the surface. "Since when do I have a little brother?"

Sir Robert ignored the venom. He turned to Adir and spoke gently. "Why don’t you go sit in that chair over there, hmm? Just for a minute. I need to talk to Spencer."

The boy nodded slowly, slipping off the bed without a word. He padded over to the armchair in the corner and climbed into it, hugging a cushion tight to his chest.

Once he was settled, Sir Robert faced Spencer again. "You want answers, I’ll give them. But not if you plan to shout or scare him again. You may not have known about him, but that doesn’t make him any less real. And he is your brother. Whether you like it or not."

Spencer folded his arms, tense and guarded. "This is why Dalton was here, isn’t it?" he asked, voice low. "You’re rewriting the will. For him."

Sir Robert said nothing. Not yet. But the look in his eyes told Spencer he was closer to the truth than he wanted to be. Spencer opened his mouth to argue, but just then door creaked open behind him.

He turned sharply.

Patrick Collins stepped into the room, wearing his usual smug calm smile.

Spencer’s expression twisted.

"You," he spat, taking a step forward. "Where did you even get a kid? Since when do you have another son?"

Patrick blinked at him, but without giving him a chance to speak, Spencer scoffed and continued, "Seriously? A child? At your age? What the hell is wrong with you?"

He was building now, heat rising fast. "Do you hate me that much? You abandoned me, disappeared for years, and now you walk in here with some four-year-old and expect me to be happy to have a brother.

Patrick didn’t flinch. That made it worse.

"Look at him," Spencer continued, jabbing a finger toward Adir, who was now hugging the cushion so tightly his knuckles were white. "He’s young enough to be your grandson. You realise that, don’t

you? You could’ve been his damn grandfather."

He paused as he said it. And then something shifted in his face. His brow furrowed. His lips parted slightly as the pieces clicked into place.

He looked back at the boy. Dark hair. The same eyes.

He spun on Patrick, voice rising to a near shout. "This is Saira and Adam’s son, isn’t it?"

Patrick didn’t answer still, only sending Sir Collins a look.

Spencer took a step closer, incredulous. "You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s who he is. That’s why you’ve got him. That’s why you’re here. You brought Adam’s son into this family now!"

"Enough!" Sir Robert barked suddenly, the authority in his voice slicing through the tension like a blade. "That’s enough, Spencer."

But Spencer wheeled on him, furious now. "You too? You’re taking care of Adam’s kid now? Are you kidding me?"

Sir Robert’s chest rose and fell faster than before. He looked strained, pale.

"Did you plan this?" Spencer pushed. "What is this game? Replace me with him? With their child? Is that why Dalton was here—so you could erase me and give everything to this child?"

Sir Robert pressed a hand to his chest. His lips parted, but no sound came. A wheeze escaped instead.

Patrick’s expression changed in an instant. He rushed to the bed, leaning over his father. "Father?"

Sir Robert’s hand gripped the sheets. He was struggling now, sucking in air like it was water.

Patrick slammed the help button. "We need a nurse—now!"

Spencer took a step back, blinking as the panic set in. He hadn’t meant to cause this. Not like this.

"What’s happening?" he said, voice softer, confused. freewebnσvel.cøm

"Get out," Patrick said sharply without looking at him. "Spencer, get out now."

"I didn’t—"

"Get out!"

Nurses were already spilling into the room. One of them pushed past Spencer without even looking at him.

Spencer backed into the hallway, dazed. The door shut behind him. But his mind was in a whirl. A grandson meant a new heir. But why would grandfather take in Adam’s son? Even if his father was the one who had raised him...

He pushed a hand through his hair and sighed. This was bad. And that is when another possibility struck him... Hurriedly, he took out his phone and asked," See if the will that was signed today has been registered yet? If not, make sure it is not registered."

If grandfather thought he could throw him out so easily, then he had another think coming. He was already dying... all he had to do was lend a helping hand to the old man to reach the heavens faster.

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