Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 973

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Harrison’s head shot up, and he stared at Natalie. He looked as if he was about to pop a vein, and his
eyes were wide and bloodshot from agitation.



“What else did that b*tch do?” he hissed, his voice full of rage.

Natalie pulled over a stool and sat down. “Well, I’m sure you know about Jasmine! She is your own
daughter, after all… Except, wait, sorry, she’s not! Surprise!”

With that, Harrison spat out a thick spray of blood across his sheets and collapsed onto the bed.

Natalie jumped at the sight and quickly raised her hand to call for a doctor.



However, Harrison quickly pulled at her wrist to stop her as he croaked, “D-did you just say that Jasmine
isn’t my daughter?”

Natalie looked down and responded, “You’d better calm down. I’ll get a doctor to check on you first
before saying anything else.”

“No! You’re going to tell me exactly what’s going on right now!” Harrison barked.

Right then, Natalie’s wrist was already hurting under his death grip, but she didn’t pull away. She just
stared at him calmly. “She’s not your daughter. She’s also Warren’s child, not yours. She’s a hundred
percent related to Donald.”





Harrison, strangely enough, didn’t seem as agitated as before at this news.

He just widened his eyes and let go of Natalie before staring at the ceiling blankly. It was as if he had
aged ten years in the blink of an eye. After a long time, he finally croaked again, “You’re not lying to me,
are you?”

“Why would I lie to a dying man?” Natalie chuckled softly.

At that, Harrison pressed a hand over his worn-out eyes and sighed. “When did you hear about this?”



“I knew that a long, long time ago, but I only got the full confirmation recently. Before marrying Shane, I
met Warren and Susan at the television station and heard them talking about Jasmine being their
daughter. At the time, I thought they were just kidding, but I recently caught sight of Jasmine’s blood
type. That’s when I did a paternity test between her and Warren.”

Natalie stopped there as she knew there was no need to say anything else.

Just as she finished her sentence, Harrison suddenly started laughing, his chuckles full of self-
deprecation. “This is hilarious. Hilarious! I never thought that I would have fallen for something like this
and even raised a bastard child under my roof for more than twenty years.”

He hadn’t actually loved Jasmine in the beginning. After all, she was an only child, and she was a girl. A
patriarchist like himself never took her seriously, even though back then, he thought she was his own.

But she had a sweet tongue and knew the right things to say to move him, unlike Natalie or Jared.
Natalie had been brought up by Yulia as a little lady and had never stuck around her dad like Jasmine
had. Natalie had also never ever sucked up to her dad or acted coquettishly like Jasmine had. Jared, on
the other hand, had been sickly from a young age and was always going in and out of the hospital.
Naturally, Harrison distanced himself even more.



That’s why he eventually grew to favor Jasmine above the others. Compared to Natalie and Jared, who
were both mommy’s kids, he had always been biased toward his little daddy’s girl.

Until now, that is, when he finally found out that she wasn’t even his own.

He had raised a bastard child for more than two decades. He had even chased his biological children out
of their house for this bastard child.

Is there anything more ironic and hilarious than this?

“I’m an idiot. An idiot!” Harrison roared.

At that, Natalie chuckled in response. “Yeah, you are an idiot. You thought you could get away with
cheating on Mom for more than twenty years, but you didn’t even know that someone else was doing the
same to you. When you chased us out of our home for them, maybe Susan and Warren were laughing at
you behind your back. Who else would that happen to, if not an idiot?”

Harrison didn’t reply.

After all, there was nothing else to say.

She was right. He had been an idiot for chasing his own kids out from their home and completely
detaching himself from them. To put it simply, he had burned all his bridges.






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