Chapter 499
Chapter 499
“I believe you.” A deep voice suddenly came from behind.
Gordon turned to look back to see Jonathan. Jonathan helped him up from the ground and repeated, “I believe you.”
Gordon pouted, looking wronged, and grumbled, “No, she’s not Fiona.”
Jonathan nodded. “Yeah, I know.”
Seeing that Jonathan genuinely believed him, Gordon clung tightly to the only hand that trusted him. “You said you’d take me to find Fiona. Where is she?”
Jonathan replied, “She’s playing hide–and–seek with you. I’ll take you to find her soon, okay?”
Gordon nodded and then turned to Irene and Heidi. “Did you hear that? He said it’s not Fiona.”
Irene and Heidi could only go along with him. “Alright, alright, it’s not Fiona. We believe you.”
They coaxed Gordon into the car. Heidi wanted to take him to her place, but now Gordon only trusted Jonathan–he wouldn’t go with anyone else.
Jonathan said, “I’ll take Grandpa to my place and get some caregivers to look after him.”
Heidi agreed, “Alright.”
After sending Gordon back to the estate, Irene said to Jonathan, “Don’t take what your grandpa says to heart. He’s got dementia and just talks nonsense sometimes.”
Heidi chimed in, “Dad’s mind is all over the place. We already found her for him, but he still won’t believe it. He’s really making things tough for us.”
Jonathan was silent for a few seconds. “But what if she really isn’t my grandma?”
Heidi couldn’t help but laugh, “How could the photos be fake? She looks just like her, and her name is Fiona. She has to be your grandma,”
Irene nodded and patted Jonathan’s shoulder. “You’ve worked hard finding her. Leave the rest to us. Heidi and I will take care of everything on her side.”
Jonathan pressed his lips together and didn’t say anything more.
Gordon stayed at Jonathan’s villa, and Jonathan arranged for two top–notch caregivers to look after him,
Gordon lay in the big bed, awake. He kept asking Jonathan, “You’ll find Fiona for me, won’t you?”
“I will.”
“I… trust… you…” Gordon slowly closed his eyes.
The night had deepened, but Jonathan was wide awake. He’d already sent off Irene’s toothbrush and the old lady’s persona then, his phone buzzed. “Mr. Lynn, the expedited DNA results you requested are in. I’ll bring them right over.”
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“Alright,” he said, hanging up!
His assistant arrived shortly with the report. Jonathan opened it and went straight to the last page. His frown softened into a slight smile as he read the results. Then, without a moment’s hesitation, he got into his car and drove off.
Back at Rosary Estates, Teresa kept glancing at her phone. She’d left the hospital as soon as Irene and Heidi arrived–she really didn’t want to run into
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Jonathan had promised to let her know right away once he confirmed if the old lady was his grandmother, but he hadn’t reached out yet.
“Mom, why aren’t you asleep yet?” Michael, in his short–sleeved pajamas, rubbed his eyes and watched Teresa pacing back and forth.
Teresa gently touched his head. “Did I wake you, sweetheart? Go back to bed. I’m just thinking.”
“Mom… if something’s wrong, you can tell me,” Michael mumbled, yawning, his eyes half–closed.
Teresa smiled and promised she would. Then she soothed him back to sleep, patting his little belly and softly humming a lullaby.
Just as Teresa finally got him settled, her phone started to vibrate. She tiptoed out, quietly closing the bedroom door behind her.
It was already eleven thirty at night. She wasn’t asleep, and neither was he. On the other end, Jonathan sounded a little out of breath. “Come downstairs. I need to talk to you.”
Teresa pulled back the living room curtains and saw that familiar Maybach parked outside. “Okay,” she replied.
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She was wearing a camisole dress with a loose, long shirt thrown over it. It wasn’t until she stepped outside that she realized she’d rushed out in her slippers, too anxious about the results to care. She knew Jonathan was here to talk about his grandmother.
She asked, “How’s the old lady doing?
Did you get the results? Is it really your grandma?”
Jonathan looked at Teresa and nodded. “She’s fine, totally lucid. Grandpa checked–she is my real grandma.”
Teresa’s eyes flickered with a mix of relief and anxiety. She asked, her chest tightening, “And then? What did your grandma say? What about your mom- does she know it was Charlie who hit your grandma?”
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Jonathan kept his gaze on Teresa, a teasing glint in his eyes. “My grandma said she hopes you’ll marry me again. Ar if you do, she’ll let you off the hook.”
Teresa froze, looking up and meeting his deep, unreadable eyes–like a whirlpool, ready to pull her in. “Why would I have to marry you? Did you tell your grandma something? Why else would she want that? What about your mom? Does your whole family think this way?”
Jonathan clenched his fist and finally let out a laugh.
Teresa looked at him, confused.
“I’m just messing with you.” Jonathan finally pulled out the DNA test report. “I ran a test with my mom’s DNA and the old lady’s. Here’s the result.”
Teresa took the report, saw Irene and Fiona’s names, and quickly flipped to the last page: [There is a familial relationship, but the results aren’t enough to confirm they’re mother and daughter.]
Teresa looked up at Jonathan.
“She’s not my grandma. I’m guessing she’s probably my grandma’s sister. My real grandma should be Ms. Nelson–the one who raised your sister.”
As soon as he finished, Teresa couldn’t help but kick him in the leg. “You totally had that coming for messing with me.”
Jonathan sucked in a breath. “Try heels when you want to do this again. That really hurts.”
Teresa shot him a glare.
Jonathan smiled gently, his eyes saying, “I’m here, so what’s there to worry about?” He said softly, “I came straight to you because I didn’t want you stressing out.” And then he left, telling her to get some sleep.
Jonathan barely got any sleep that night, Gordon suddenly started coughing up blood, so he rushed home and called Irene.
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Irene hurried over, not really sure what other health problems Gordon had besides Alzheimer’s. Gordon was always stubborn–he hated hospitals and refused to get checkups. She only knew he had high blood pressure.
Irene asked, “Could this just be a complication from advanced Alzheimer’s? Maybe it’s not that serious?”
“We’ll only know after the checkup,” Jonathan replied.
The doctors they called all shook their heads, their faces grim. Things didn’t look good. They insisted Gordon needed a full examination at the hospital, but he refused to go.
Jonathan said sharply, “If you don’t cooperate, I won’t take you to Fiona.”
Gordon immediately grabbed Jonathan’s hand. “No, don’t do that,” he pleaded. “I’ll do whatever you say.”
Jonathan lowered his gaze, looking at that frail, trembling hand, the veins clearly visible beneath the skin. He gently took Gordon’s hand. “Trust me,” he said.
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