Edward saw Jonathan’s expression and assumed he was upset. After all, no one would want to hear that an unrelated child resembled them. Edward quickly changed his tone, saying, “Actually, the kid kind of looks like you, but not really, haha!”
Jonathan kept a straight face, his gaze deep and unfathomable. This made Edward more nervous. “I didn’t do anything wrong, did I? If you don’t need me here, I’ll head out.” Being alone in a room with Jonathan, being grilled like this, intimidated Edward. Eventually, Jonathan pinched the bridge of his nose and asked Edward to leave.
‘Why did Miriam say that was her nephew? Could there be some secret about this child?’ Jonathan wondered, unsure if he was overthinking. After all, they had done DNA tests from two different centers, arranged by Cheryl, his biological sister. Could Cheryl really be lying to him? Nevertheless, Edward was a straightforward man who always spoke his mind, and Jonathan knew that.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Jonathan snapped out of his reverie and said, “Come in.” Irene walked in and invited him to supper. Jonathan wasn’t hungry.
“Edward just left, and even he thinks that kid looks like you. Maybe you should get another DNA test? You said that’s your friend’s child, but who exactly is your friend? You won’t tell us either,” said Irene. She paused, then added, “I’m curious to see what kind of person they are, especially if they have a child who looks just like you.”
Jonathan’s hand slowly fell from his forehead. “I haven’t dated anyone since I got divorced. Are you saying this child is mine and Teresa’s?”
Irene was speechless. With a hint of disdain in her eyes, she said, “That heartless woman definitely wouldn’t bear you children.”
Jonathan continued, “Exactly. If she didn’t give birth to my child, who else could have? Is another DNA test necessary? Aren’t I just making a fool of myself?”
Irene was frantic. “So what went wrong? You said you didn’t date anyone. You weren’t in Nareigh for two years either.”
“Teresa also couldn’t have had your child, but this kid looks just like you,” Irene added. “Are my eyes playing tricks on me? Is it just a coincidence? Grandpa and I are just overthinking, right?”
Jonathan pressed his lips together and remained silent.
“Can you just get another DNA test done? If the child isn’t yours, I’ll believe it’s a coincidence and won’t mention this again,” said Irene. She was on the verge of tears. Irene knew Jonathan was amenable to coaxing but not coercion, and sometimes tears worked better than arguing with him. She leaned against the table and continued, “This situation is tough for me. I want a grandchild. But here I am, facing a kid who looks just like you, and you’re insisting he’s not yours. Fine. If he isn’t, then I’ll accept it.”
Jonathan didn’t say anything about whether he would take the DNA test. He walked past Irene and left without another word.
Michael woke up the next day feeling somewhat dazed and suddenly remembered he was at Jonathan’s house. After New Year’s Eve, Teresa was busy with work. Thus, Michael started whining at home. “You won’t play with me, and Aunt Cheryl left. You won’t let me see Mr. Lime either. I’m so lonely!”
Teresa said slowly, “Then spend a few days with Mr. Lime, but only for a few days.”
“Really?” Michael asked.
“Yes, as long as you’re happy,” Teresa replied.
‘Seems like she’s dating Mr. Lime. This isn’t just a dream,’ Michael thought to himself.