"Not only will you not be able to return to this house, but I will also treat you as if you are not my son.
You better not view me as your father either!" Francis said very seriously.
When they heard his words, Bright was not scared, but Rose was frightened.
Rose felt that it was her fault. She was the one who burdened Bright. She couldn't selfishly destroy
their relationship as father and son.
She held Bright's wrists with both hands, pulling him back to prevent him from taking another step.
Bright looked sideways at Rose, who was preventing him from leaving and had worries in her eyes.
He raised his other hand and slowly stroked her face and temples. "Are you worried about me?"
"Bright, it's not worth it for me." Rose frowned and shook her head slightly. "Moreover, Doris is not your
flesh and blood. You don't need to go this far for us."
"I don't want to cause a conflict between you and your dad, nor do I want you to do anything for me,
and I don't want to owe you more. It was fate that you met. I am very grateful for the care and
protection you have given me during this time. Now that the three-year deadline is approaching, let's
get a divorce."
She spoke softly about the divorce, but her voice choked slightly.
She originally thought that she would not care about this contract marriage or Bright. Their identities
were very different, and their relationship only existed to benefit both of them. She thought she would
be freed when it ended, and she could feel at ease once again from them on. But she didn't expect that
when the day to end it actually came, not only did she not feel free, but she also felt more sorrow than
she had expected.
How did she become like this? Did she really become emotionally attached to Bright? That she would
be so reluctant to part with him.
"So what I just said was for nothing? Or did you not listen to a single word?" Bright did not expect that
she would even mention the three-year period or divorce. "I don't want to repeat myself, but I will make
an exception for you."
He grabbed her shoulders and stared at her in the eyes, forcing her to look at him too.
"The three-year period is nullified. We think we can have another three years or even many more three
years. Don't you want to be with me for three years and three years and more?"
"I…" Rose didn't know how to respond.
Her eyes moved out of internal conflict. She wanted to, but she didn't dare to say it.
"Don't even think about running away from me, Mrs. Lee. Even if you can run away, I can get you back
and keep you close to me. If you don't believe me, try it."
He even raised his eyebrows in such a carefree manner, lightening the mood.
"Bright, this isn't a joke." Rose glanced at Francis. "I am grateful that you protected me and Doris. But
your father cannot live without you as his son. Just like I can't lose Doris. I can understand your father's
feelings, so don't start a conflict with your father because of me."
"I said that the child belongs to me. You just nod your head." Bright knew that she couldn't lie to his
father. "I will handle the rest and give my father a satisfactory answer."
"I don't want Doris doing a paternity test." She really didn't want to. She was afraid. Who would
understand her feelings? But she couldn't tell the truth and could only make things up. "She is so
young, and she would be scared. As you said, what if she finds out once she's older and is scarred for
life…besides, she's not your child. We already know the result of the test, so why should we still go
through the process only to prove ourselves right?"
"I won't let Doris get hurt," Bright said domineeringly. "I said we are not doing the test, so we will not be
doing it."
"So I want to admit that Doris is not your child, so your father won't force you anymore." Rose thought
of the only way to solve the problem.
This would not only keep the story of Doris' life a secret, but also would ensure that no conflict would
arise between Bright and his father because of the paternity test.
"You want me to go back on my word? Wouldn't I feel ashamed?" Bright was proud and did not accept
Rose's suggestion. "To me, she is my daughter. This will not change."
"Bright, why are you making things difficult for yourself?" She pursed her lips helplessly.
"How am I making things difficult for myself? I am having fun." Bright smiled lightly, no longer cold, but
gentle only to her. "Leave it to me. Don't you trust me?"
"I don't believe you. I don't want to—" Rose's words were replaced by Bright. "You don't want to hurt
me and owe me. We are married, so how could you think of it as burdening me? I'm not doing it all for
you. I am selfish."
"Selfish?" She frowned with confusion in her eyes.
It seemed to her that he wouldn't get any benefit by doing this and was even threatened by his father
that he would be disowned.
"I want you and Doris to be with me. I want to have a family."
"…"
Bright slowly turned around to look at Francis. "Dad, let's each take a step back and reach a
compromise."
"I'm your father!" Francis yelled. He was the father, yet he had to compromise with his son?
"Dad, if you are going to act all high-and-mighty, then we can't have a discussion." Bright looked at
Francis firmly with a clear attitude.
"Dear, there is nothing that can't be solved between father and son by talking," Hallie hurriedly
mediated. "Why don't you two go in the study? I'll accompany Rose and stay in the living room."
"It's fine, Ms. Hallie. We won't inconvenience you with taking care of her," Bright held Rose's hand and
spoke. "You go upstairs to my bedroom and rest for a while. After I reach an agreement with my father,
I'll come to find you. The innermost room on the second floor is my bedroom."
"Okay." Rose could only listen obediently.
And so, Rose went to Bright's bedroom, and Bright and Francis went to the study.
There was only Hallie left in the living room, and the lively living room just now became quite deserted.
She sat on the sofa in the living room and brought the teacup to her mouth, but it was already a bit
cold.
Rose followed Bright's instructions into his bedroom in the Lee's. The minimalist bedroom was painted
in black, white, and gray. Although the colors were cool, they worked well together and didn't give off a
gloomy feel at all. On the contrary, the room was refreshing. The details were also elegant and delicate,
worthy of being Bright's bedroom. It had a strong personal style.
Rose walked to the big bed and stroked the gray silk velvet quilt. There were a few white and black
lines on the top of the quilt, which were simple and tasteful.
She stroked the quilt and walked to the dresser on the side. There were some trophies that Bright won
when he was a child. There were even awards for technological inventions, so he was a person with a
high IQ.
She observed the entire room. There were photos of Bright, and there were also photos of him with his
father, but there was no photo of his mother.
Was this a bit unusual? Or did he put it elsewhere?
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