Chapter 1078
Jameson nodded in full agreement. "How is that over the line? Andy's speaking the truth! A man can be without money, without a name–but the one thing he can't be is impotent! Look at me! I’m still going strong all these years… isn’t that why you fell for me?"
Tiana’s face flushed as she snapped, “Shut your damn mouth!”
Elon’s expression was no longer just sour–it was pitch black, storm-level fury written across his face.
Kenny noticed things were going off the rails and shouted, “Elon, you’d rather believe some outsider than your own wife? Sherilyn has been nothing but loyal since marrying into your family–she’s always by your side!
“If she’s pregnant, it has to be yours! What other explanation could there possibly be?”
However, Elon did not answer. He did not even look at Kenny.
Instead, he turned toward Sherilyn, his voice dropping low. “I’ll ask just once. Is what Andrew said complete nonsense, or is there truth to it?”
Sherilyn exploded. “Elon, are you seriously losing your mind right now? You’re actually believing that bastard over me? I’m telling you–the baby in my belly is yours!
“You think I wanted to carry your child? I did it for your family name, for your precious bloodline! You ungrateful bastard, how could you believe a stranger over your own wife? Go to hell–I never want to see you again!”
She collapsed to the ground, sobbing and screaming like she had just been stabbed in the back by the love of her life.
Kenny barked, “Elon, if you’ve got even a shred of manhood left in you, help Sherilyn up right now, and kill Andrew! Do it for Sherilyn–he humiliated her in front of everyone!”
However, Elon did not move. Instead, he raised his hand and slapped Sherilyn across the face. It was so loud that everyone froze in place.
Even Tiana and Jameson stared in stunned confusion.
Sure, Andrew’s words had made sense–but there was no real evidence. There was no way to prove that the child was not a Goldings'.
So, why had Elon snapped so fast?
Kenny’s face went red with rage. “Elon, are you insane? Do you just hit my daughter–your wife! What the hell is wrong with you?”
Elon’s eyes were bloodshot as he roared, “Get the hell out of my sight! You old bastard, say one more word, and I’ll send you to hell to keep Michael company!”
The fury in his voice chilled the room. Even Kenny, full of fire just a moment ago, went dead silent.
Sherilyn shrieked, her voice breaking. “Wow, Elon… Did you just hit me? Why don’t you go ahead and kill me then? I’d love to see how you’re going to explain that to your father! You’d murder the mother of your child? You heartless bastard!”
Elon’s expression twisted, his voice full of murder. “Sherilyn, not only did I hit you… very soon, I’m going to bury you. Did you seriously think I slapped you just because Andrew got in my head?”
Sherilyn’s eyes went wide with fear as Elon’s face darkened even more. “You’ve got it wrong. You forgot something. When Dr. Lake came to treat me, he told me something important.
“He said my reproductive system was shot, that I’d need long-term recovery before I could father a child for the Goldings. But I didn’t suspect anything at the time because back then, you weren’t pregnant.
“And now, out of nowhere, you’re claiming to be carrying my child? You don’t see how insanely suspicious that sounds?”
Sherilyn’s face drained of all color, her heart sinking.