My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 313

Chapter 313: Met With The Son
“What are you doing here?” Xander questioned, already sensing the presence of that person.

“I came to see you,” the person replied. “Is it wrong to see my son?”

“You’ve long disowned me as your son, so you shouldn’t call me that, Mr. Wallace,” Xander countered.

His voice was devoid of any warmth or attachment, a hollow tone meant for a stranger, not a father. Behind him, his father watched with a faint smirk curling on his lips, as if amused by the distance between them.

“You shouldn’t speak to your father like that, Xander,” Mr. Wallace said, stepping closer until he stood directly in front of him. He exchanged a knowing look with Bruce—a silent message that passed between them before he returned his gaze to Xander. “I came to commend you for your recent upload. She deserved every bit of it.”

“I hope you’re not thinking I’m doing it because you requested I make Anastasia suffer. I’m doing it because I want to. I’m not following any of your orders.” Xander tried to clear up any sort of imagination Mr. Wallace had built in his head, but the man looked unconvinced.

Although it was a slight hope, he believed Xander still wanted him to acknowledge him as his son.

“I asked you to have Anastasia kidnapped, and you did it,” Mr Wallace revealed.

Xander leveled a cold glare at his father. “You really think I’d follow your orders? After everything that’s happened? You’re delusional.” His voice was sharp, each word laced with a defiance that spoke volumes about the resentment simmering beneath.

“I thought you’ve already forgiven me for that already,” Mr Wallace commented, earning a chuckle filled with mockery from Xander.

“That would be over my dead body.”

Bruce watched the scene, while he continued to gulp down some liquor, either by mixing it or drinking it directly from the bottle without a single interest in opening his mouth to speak.

Mr Wallace decided to stop speaking. Only he knew the reason he was trying to butter Xander up.

“How about Michelle? Are you sure she can’t betray you and suddenly speak up about the business?” Mr Wallace asked.

As much as Xander despised replying to his father, he still did.

“She’s wrapped around my finger,” he replied, his tone icy and unwavering. “The first day I met her, I made it clear that if she dared speak a word, she wouldn’t live to see another sunset.” His gaze hardened, making it clear he had no patience for a man who had thrown him out and abandoned him simply because he refused to end things with his late girlfriend—a girl his father had deemed beneath their status.

Mr Wallace immediately understood Xander’s tone and clamped his mouth together.

He exchanged another look with Bruce.

It wasn’t long before Xander suddenly got a phone call from Samantha, and he excused himself to pick up the call.

Finally being alone in the room without worrying anyone would overhear their conversation, Mr Wallace started, “You raised him well.”

“That’s because you abandoned him,” Bruce countered and Mr Wallace hissed as if Bruce had rubbed salt on his wounds. “I should be thanking you. I’ve already done that several times but I feel like it’s still not enough.”

“It’s never going to be enough.” Bruce merely shrugged, unable to bring himself to be bothered by Mr Wallace’s words.

“At least I didn’t abandon him when he was sixteen. But I have to hand it to ya! You two have similar goals and because he’s no longer the useless son you presumed him to be, you suddenly found him useful.”

Bruce’s words continued to irritate Mr Wallace but all he could do was swallow it bitterly and pretend it didn’t affect him.

“I had to because of what Anastasia had done to Richard. She thinks she could do such a thing to him and wouldn’t get what was coming for her. And so what if he harassed her in the middle of the night? She still doesn’t get the right to do such a thing to a member of the Wallace family…”

“…you and I both know that’s not the only reason you had Xander kidnap Anastasia, Thomas.” Bruce interrupted, lifting another bottle to his lips. “Anastasia is the weakest of her siblings, and you targeted her to settle your score with Jeffrey Clark.” He downed the bottle in one long gulp, shaking his head as the burn spread, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Mr Wallace wasn’t completely shocked that Bruce saw through his lies. They were best friends for a reason.

“I never planned for it to happen.” Mr Wallace raised his hand as if suspected of something he didn’t mean to do. “But when Xavier told me she was the biological daughter of the Clark family, I saw my chance and I took it. Jeffrey still hasn’t paid for snatching the one woman I loved.”

An unbelievable smirk stretched on Bruce’s lips, and Mr. Wallace couldn’t help but wonder if it was because Bruce was already drunk after drinking two bottles of liquor, or if he was simply mocking him.

“You sound like you’re still in college.” Mr Wallace confirmed Bruce was mocking him. “But that’s all your revenge, not mine. But you must remember, Xander is now my son. I adopted him, so you’d better kill the idea of getting him back because I’ll never let that happen.”

“You’re only his father on paper. I’m his father by blood,” said Mr Wallace without a single ounce of shame oozing out of his body.

“You might want to think twice before saying that again, Tom,” Bruce warned, his tone sounding uncomfortably serious for Mr Wallace.

The latter could only stiffen as a shock wave surged through his body.

“What are you going to do about it?” He asked.

“You wouldn’t want me to reveal your secret now would you?” Bruce questioned back, watching as his best friend panicked when he heard his words.