"Hint?" Joanna listened in confusion. She gave Old Mr. Moran the black pearl in the hopes that it might bring him health and peace. What did she hint at him? How could she not know?
"As soon as I saw the pearl, I thought of how it symbolized fertility and childbirth…"
Old Mr. Moran's face turned grim. He sternly questioned Ace, who was kneeling on the ground. "You b*stard. Tell me honestly. Are the rumors true? Did you really knock up another woman behind Joan's back?"
Since the matter had digressed to this point, Ace found no reason to hide anymore. Although he was still on his knees, he kept his back straight and said with a cold and firm voice, "Now that you know, I have nothing to say. The child does indeed have the bloodline of the Moran family. It needs a legitimate identity and a competent father."
"You!" Old Mr. Moran held his chest and almost skipped a breath. Then, he slammed his cane on Ace's back with no mercy. "You fool!"