The Wrong Father Shall Regret

The voice was not loud, but it carried unquestionable authority.

The chaotic crowd instantly fell silent.

I turned and saw Lucian Lowe.

He had a lab coat on and had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His gaze was sharp.

He was my husband and also the director of the hospital, as well as the chief physician of the immunology department.

When Nora saw him, it was as if she had seen her savior. She cried and reached out to him.

"Dad! Save me, Dad!" she cried.

Lucian quickly walked over and gently pushed Mark away. Then, he shielded us.

He did not look at Mark. He only crouched and softly wiped the tears from Nora's face.

"Don't cry, Nora. I'm here," he said to comfort her.

He checked the rashes on her arm, then inspected her tongue coating. His expression softened.

"You're fine. It's only a mild allergy. I'll prescribe some lotion, and you'll be better soon," he said.

Mark froze in place, staring hard at Lucian. His expression kept changing.

His face showed shock, disbelief, and deep jealousy.

"You? You're her dad?" he asked.

Lucian stood and looked at him calmly.

He replied in an unfriendly tone, "I'm Lucian Lowe, her father. Do you have a problem with my wife and my daughter?"

'His wife and daughter?' Mark must have thought.

He instantly looked pale.

Lorraine was also puzzled. She pointed at Lucian, then pointed at me. She was so angry that she could not speak properly.

"You… You're married? Her? A tramp with defective…" she stuttered.

"Mom!" Mark said, interrupting her.

He also looked angry.

He never imagined that not only was I married, but my husband was also tall, handsome, and successful.

Lucian adjusted his glasses.

"Please watch your mouth, ma'am. My wife is very healthy. She has no defective genes as you claimed," he said.

He paused and looked at the baby boy, who was still crying.

"As for my daughter, her allergy symptoms aren't the same as what I can see in this little patient," he said.

Coco instinctively tried to hide the child behind Mark.

Lorraine refused to back down.

She argued, saying, "What's different? If anything is different, it's because your wife ruined my family's fortune! Look at what she's done to my grandson!"

She lunged and tried to grab his lab coat.

"What kind of doctor are you? Your wife harmed my grandson, so you must take responsibility!" she exclaimed.

Lucian dodged and frowned.

"Please calm down, ma'am. I'll have no choice but to call security if you keep making a scene at the hospital," he said.

His voice was still calm, but it carried undeniable authority.

Lorraine was intimidated and did not dare to act out again.

Mark kept staring at me the entire time.

He asked, in a demanding tone, "When did you get married, Summer Stone?"

I did not bother to answer him.

He snapped like a crazy person, suddenly grabbing Lucian by the arm.

"She lied to you! That child must be mine! We were about to get married five years ago! There was no way she could've married someone else so soon!" he shouted.

"I want to see her birth certificate! I want a paternity test!" he demanded.

Lucian looked angry.

He forcefully shook Mark off.

"I think you're mistaken about a few things, Mr. Zimmer. First of all, I met my wife five years ago. We've been married for four years, and Nora is three years old. There's no inconsistency with the timeline," he explained.

"Secondly, a paternity test is a private matter. You have no right to demand it," he said.

He paused, and his gaze fell on the child that Mark was holding. He suddenly looked like he pitied Mark.

"More importantly, instead of obsessing over who's the father of my daughter, perhaps you should focus on your son," Lucian said.

Mark was confused. He asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Lucian almost sounded cruel when he replied, "My daughter has a common seafood allergy. Her symptoms are mild, and she will recover quickly."

"However, your son..." he said.

He pointed at the child and said, "He has a widespread rash all over his body, along with a high fever and shortness of breath. These are not your typical allergy symptoms. It's more like…"

He paused, as if he was trying to use the right words.

Everyone held their breath as they waited for an answer.

Lorraine snapped and asked, "What is it? Spill it out! What's wrong with my grandson?"

Coco looked very pale; her fingers dug hard into Mark.

Mark also stared nervously at Lucian. His voice was hoarse when he asked, "Like what?"

Lucian dropped a bomb on them.

"Like a rare hereditary immune deficiency disorder," he replied.