Half a month ago, when Hendrix saw Johannes and his face that looked the same as it did twenty years ago, he put aside all plans that he had and began to investigate the latter.
Johannes had changed his name and became a world- renowned Psychology professor, Nathan Marshall. He didn't have much to his name but was favored by Baldrick. The two frequently kept in touch, and it seemed like Baldrick was protecting him since he had never been photographed by the media.
Hendrix's men tried to sneak into Johannes's house to investigate further, but they lost his trial multiple times.
Obviously, Johannes was not as clean as he looked.
"I went to the Marshall family in person using the Roberts family name, but I was halted outside the door..." Hendrix narrowed his eyes and looked out the window, the grim hatred in his eyes spreading like dark clouds on a clear sky.
After being lied to for so many years, he went to them and wanted to know the truth. However, he returned empty- handed and didn't even get to meet him. It was no wonder Hendrix was so agitated when he saw Johannes at the auction.
I frowned and put my hand on the back of his hand. Mustering my courage, I asked, "Then Grandma..."
Was she still alive?
Hendrix's expression suddenly changed when he heard this. He looked like an abandoned lone wolf, his expression lost and desolate, "I don't know. I wasn't sure whether I was his biological son, so I took Uncle Trent's hair and did a DNA test. It definitely proved that I had the Roberts family blood running through my veins!"
He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists together tightly as he spoke. I could even hear the sounds of his joints cracking as his bones rubbed against each other.
But it wasn't just him; I couldn't help sighing either.
No father in this world would deliberately fake his death, leave his child behind for more than two decades to let him suffer in a river of hatred while he went on and lived the merry life on the other side of the ocean.
Johannes's existence had completely turned Hendrix's life into a big, awful joke.
But I shouldn't ask too many questions since Hendrix was feeling rather emotional. Soon after, the car came to a stop when Evan parked the car on the side of the road.
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