Chapter 467
Jasper was still wading through a swamp of guilt as he continued, "I''ve been treating you like a stand-in
for my daughter, and I crossed a line. I hope you''re not upset. I''m just an old man with selfish desires; I
don''t want to lose contact with you."
Vivienne snapped back to reality and offered a gentle smile. "It''s okay. If you like, I''d be happy to call
you ''Grandpa.''"
Hearing Vivienne''s words, Jasper was overwhelmed with emotion, tears tracing the lines of his
weathered face.
She offered to call him ''Grandpa.'' How could he not be moved?
Jasper patted Vivienne''s hand, struggling for words before finally managing, "Yes, yes, that would be
wonderful."
With each affirmation, Vivienne felt her own eyes mist over.
Every time she met Jasper, she experienced a peculiar sensation.
It was an instinctual pull to be close to him.
Not a duty, not an obligation, but an innate desire for closeness.
When she received the paternity test results, her emotions were anything but calm.
She was ted.
Happy for herself and for her mother.
If her mother was indeed Sasha, then whatever her fake family had done, it did not matter to her
anymore.
In this world, there were true family members who cherished her, protected her, and loved her.
Vivienne and Jasper talked for hours, the air filled withughter and warm conversation.
After dinner, Vivienne left the Perez Mansion.
She did not call Percival to pick her up; instead, she strolled down the road, her cool face set in solemn
contemtion.
There was no mistake in her paternity report.
She was definitely rted to the Perez family!
The mistakey with the Perez family!
Who did not want Jasper to recognize her?
And could her mother''s disappearance have another exnation?
As these thoughts circled her mind, a slow smile crept across her lips.
The Perez family, how intriguing.
Behind her, a discreet ck Bentley inched along the road so slowly that it was overtaken by electric
scooters.
Inside, Percival sat in the back seat, silently watching Vivienne''s retreating figure.
"Percival, shouldn''t we offer Vivienne a ride?" Thomas, the driver, inquired.
Percival shook his head. "No need. Vivienne is in a mood; she needs some time alone."
Thomas nodded, though he did not understand how Percival could read Vivienne''s mood from her
silhouette.
...
Back at the Perez residence, Jasper remained seated in the garden.
"Dad, Wi is leaving. She asked me to give this to you," Yuri handed over a bag.
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Jasper looked inside to find all of Wi''s savings throughout the years, along with a few articles of
clothing.
Wi had served as his bodyguard in Sea City and had grown up by his side, raised like his daughter.
But Wi''s background was distinct.
She was the child Jasper had found during a crackdown on RST, barely four at the time, remembering
only that her name was Wi.
She wore a bracelet engraved with the initials ''F-Poison.''
He knew Wi was the daughter of F-Poison.
But back then, F-Poison had fled, and young Wi, innocent and alone, was taken in by Jasper.
Before Sasha disappeared, Wi would follow her everywhere, calling her ''sister'' as if they were blood.
After Sasha was taken, Wi wept for ages. Once her tears dried, she approached Jasper with a
request to train in martial arts to protect him in Sasha''s stead.
Throughout the years, Jasper never revealed Wi''s true identity.
And Wi, for her part, had always regarded him as her birth father.
But one day, Wi confronted him with her bracelet, asking if her father was the man who had taken
Sasha.
From that day on, Wi knew her origins and was submerged in guilt.
Despite Jasper''s attempts to guide her, she was adamant and determined to leave the Perez family to
find Sasha.
Jasper, naturally, refused. Wi had never been outside of the Perez family''s protection, and he feared
what dangers she might encounter on her own.
Though skilled, her naivety and stubbornness made her vulnerable.
Wi persisted, selling everything the Perez family had given her over the years and working odd jobs
to save money—all to atone for her father''s sins.
Jasper saw it all, and it pained him, for she was his child in all but blood.
And to make matters moreplicated, his third son still harbored feelings for her, remaining unwed
and loyal to her memory.
Now that Wi was set on leaving, Jasper could not stop her.
He resolved to let her go freely and to have her secretly protected, ensuring she would not fall into
despair.
Storing the bag safely, Jasper decided, "When that stubborn child returns, I''ll give this to her."
Yuri nodded in agreement. "Dad, there''s something else. Wi mentioned she stepped out for ten
minutes during the DNA test."
"Stepped out for ten minutes?" Jasper furrowed his brow. "Where did she go?"
Jasper''s concern did not wane. "How is Diana?"
Yuri helped Jasper to his feet and into the house. "She''s fine, just a few scratches. It was more of a
scare than anything, and she called Wi in a panic."
"That''s good. Give Diana aforting call. She wanted toe with me to Rivenwood, but I
disagreed. She''s probably a bit upset."
Yuri simply acknowledged, not showing much reaction to his father''s words.
Jasper knew his son well. "Even if she''s not your blood sister, she grew up with you. A littlepassion
wouldn''t hurt. I remember when she spat with Zelda, and Zelda forgave her. Why can''t you?" Updаted
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"It''s not that I''m petty; I just can''t warm up to her. I can be nice to Wi, but Diana..." Yuri let out a
heavy sigh.
Diana Perez, the foster child Jasper had taken in, never quite managed to bond with the brothers. Back
then, only Sasha took a liking to ying with her.
But Diana, they could only manage civility at best.
Jasper looked at Yuri, his gaze sharpening. "Regardless, she''s your sister. We took her in, and it''s our
duty to treat her well."
Yuri pursed his lips. "Dad! She''s not rted to us by blood and can''t rece Sasha. I can''t treat her the
way I did Sasha."
It was not a question of blood rtions that made Yuri feel distant from Diana.
But with Diana...
Jasper gave him a look as if to say something but finally relented. "Suit yourselves!"