The tearful expression he had earlier was now replaced with contempt and displeasure. He didn't expect that they'd come and see him right after he saw the DNA results.

  Towards his father, there's an obvious disgust and resentment. Towards Clara, he felt guilty. To his grandfather, there's indifference. He didn't have an ounce of love for them. Well, he didn't receive any love from them, either. That makes them even.

  Clara didn't say anything towards him anymore. She didn't like the look on his face as if he was guilty or as if he was pitying her.

  "You need to come home during New Year." Magnus mentioned. "You haven't been home for several years now."

  "Home?" Stefan's empty laughter rang inside his office room. "I don't have a home. It was destroyed 15 years ago."

  Ferdinand gripped on his silver cane tightly. His anger was evident on his face but he didn't scold him. They needed him. If they scold him, he would become more and more distant to them.

  "You need to come home." Ferdinand told him with a firm and determined voice. "We let you leave the house and let you spread your wings in the last 15 years. It should be enough for you. No matter what you think, you should still come home."

  "Is that what Mrs. Dumrique wants, too?"

  "Insolence! That's your mother!" Ferdinand snapped and shouted. "How could you speak like that to your own mother?!"

  "Ah? I didn't know that I have parents."

  "Y-you! You're an ingrate!" Ferdinand scolded him again. His composure was completely broken.

  Stefan didn't show anything on his face. Facing this people who kept calling themselves his family, he could only stay indifferent with their words.

  "I'm telling you to come home! So, come home!" his grandfather said once again.

  "Stefan, stop fooling outside already. Come back and meet your fiancee during New Year." Magnus added.

  "I knew it." Stefan murmured softly. "My dear father, did you think I'd allow you to tie myself with marrriage to someone I don't even know? Huh! Dream on."

  "Great. Great!" Magnus responded. He even clapped his hands as if he was really happy with Stefan's response but his face was showing disappointment and sadness. "I didn't know that you'd be this difficult even though we're family."

  "Do you really like that Cayenne Ardolf? That poor woman who didn't even finish a degree?" Clara questioned.

  "Yes. And as early as now, I'm warning you to never lay a finger on her. Dare me and I'll destroy the company that you've been safeguarding until now."

  "Is it really necessary to warn us?" Magnus chuckled. "Did you think that you are so powerful now that you owned your own little empire?"

  "Of course. I may have a little empire but it's more than enough to protect the people I care about. And can we stop playing this family game? I don't a family like you."

  "What did you say?" Magnus narrowed his eyes at his son. "I dare you to say it again."

  "I don't want a family like yours." Since it had come to all this he might as well exposed their lies and severe everything between them.

  Stefan unlocked his drawer and took out the envelope that he just kept. "Playing a family game with me. I bet Mrs. Dumrique felt disgusted." He mentioned and threw the envelope on the floor near his father's feet.

  The three of them were anxious. They weren't sure if Stefan knew about his identity yet.

  Magnus picked up the envelope with trembling hands. When he saw what was inside, his face changed colors but he stayed silent.

  Ferdinand took the papers from him and his eyes dulled instantly. This was what they hated the most. They didn't want the remaining heir of their family to know about his identity.

  "Well?" Stefan looked at them. His hands were clasped and he placed it on his table. "Let's clear everything today."

  "How did you get this?" Magnus questioned.

  "It's not that difficult to know." Stefan didn't tell them that it was Chris who got them. It would be troublesome if he lost his capable assistant. "I was waiting for opportunities to do this test myself. I'm glad that everything went well."

  His grandfather closed his eyes to calm himself. When he opened it again, it seemed like he aged another ten years in life. He looked very old and fragile.

  "Even if Clara is not your mother, Magnus is still your father. You are still part of the Dumrique clan." Ferdinand stated. His voice was calm but his hands on his cane were trembling.

  Stefan took a deep breath and sighed. "In the past 30 years, the Minato family had been helping you build the Zion Shipping Company. How can you be so selfish? Are you really going to ignore Mrs. Dumrique's feelings and take me back? I killed her son, the rightful heir to the Dumrique's and Minato's business. Do you expect her to be happy living in the same roof as me?"

  Clara didn't say anything. Although she hated Stefan the most, her hate towards him couldn't compare to the hate he felt towards his husband.

  And she didn't expect that the boy he neglected in the past will be the one who will think and care for her feelings. It was really out of her imagination.

  The three people turned silent. No one spoke for few minutes and no one moved either.

  "Where's my real mother?"

  Clara raised her head instantly and fear was evident in her eyes. The fleeting expression lasted for few seconds but Stefan still recognized it.

  Clara lowered her face and bit her lower lip.

  Magnus wasn't looking at his wife so he had no idea that she was fidgeting on her seat. "Your mother died after giving birth to you."

  "Oh."

  "Where is she buried?"

  "I'll take you there. Do you have time now?"

  "Just tell me where she is. I don't think your wife wants to go there." Stefan retorted, keeping his eyes on Clara and doubt started sprouting in his heart.