Donald said, "Okay, got it." Seeing Jonathan looking quite serious, Donald didn't dare ask further questions and glanced again at the transparent bag on his desk. Before leaving, Jonathan, still a bit uneasy, turned back to Donald. "How reliable are the DNA tests at your hospital?"

Donald smiled confidently. "Don't worry. Our hospital has the most advanced equipment."

Jonathan nodded. "What I mean is, I'm not sure about the doctor's integrity."

Donald sighed. "If you don't trust me, I'll do the test for you and have my colleague do another. Two tests should be enough, right?"

Jonathan pressed his lips together, was silent for a few seconds, and said, "No. One will be enough." Then, he turned and walked away, disappearing down the hallway and out of Jennifer's view.

Jennifer then knocked on Donald's door. "Are you busy? The department head wants to see you," she said.

Donald looked up, a sparkle in his eyes. "Wow, you actually came to tell me in person. I'm flattered."

Jennifer glanced at the two strands of hair on the desk before casually saying, "I saw your friend was here earlier, so I didn't come in."

He stated, "He's not a friend. That's my cousin, the CEO of Horizonlead Group, the one I mentioned before."

"Oh, really?" Jennifer replied. "You'd better get going then."

"I'll go see the department head now," Donald said, taking off his coat and leaving the office. Jennifer folded her arms and leaned against the office door. After Donald left, her gaze returned to the clear bag on the desk. Her fingers, hanging by her side, squeezed slightly.

Jonathan was truly absent-minded today, zoning out several times during the meeting. What if that kid really is my son? Although it seems unlikely, what if it is? he thought.

If it really were his son, he would book a five-star hotel in Nareigh to celebrate with fireworks and have an excuse to meet Teresa and confront her. As unlikely as it seemed, a lingering sense of faint hope remained in his heart.

Chapter 130

It was New Year's Eve, and Jonathan's phone wouldn't stop ringing. Irene kept calling, reminding him to come home for dinner. It was New Year's Eve dinner; he must join.

"Simona is also coming over for dinner, so make sure you come back early," she said.

Jonathan was speechless, his voice instantly irritated. "Is she even family? What were you thinking when you invited her for New Year's Eve dinner?"

Irene said, "She wants to apologize to you! I heard she tried to take care of you when you were drunk, but you thought she broke into your house, which led to the misunderstanding."

Jonathan exclaimed, "There's no misunderstanding between us and definitely no feelings. She followed me home. Isn't that scary to you? And you're still sticking up for her?"

Irene, unfazed, replied, "She's just a girl. Even if she followed you home, you're a grown man. How could you possibly be at a disadvantage? If anyone got the short end of the stick here, it'd be her!"

Jonathan disagreed, saying, "If I ever have a son, I'll teach him to lock the door behind him when he gets home so he won't get into any trouble!"

Irene snapped, "Do you even have a son?"

Jonathan remained silent, thinking, Not yet! I'm still waiting for Donald to bring me the test results. He added, "I'll definitely be home for New Year's Eve dinner, but if Simona shows up, I won't go. If you think I'm wrong, I'll call Grandpa now."

"You—" Irene gave in. "Fine. I won't ask her to come. She can visit on January 3rd. Is that okay?"

However, Jonathan had already hung up. Once again, Irene was infuriated by Jonathan's stubbornness.

After a short while, Donald came to find Jonathan. He was supposed to deliver something from Luviston Estates, but no one was there because Jonathan hadn't left work yet. Jonathan told Donald to take the elevator up to the CEO's office. Donald entered with a report.

"Take a seat." Jonathan motioned to his secretary to pour Donald some coffee. Donald handed over the report, which Jonathan took. He asked, "Jonathan, are you going home for New Year's Eve dinner tonight?"

"Yes. Aren't you going?" Jonathan asked.

"I'll be late as I need to return to the hospital for some work," Donald mumbled awkwardly.

"Working overtime on New Year's Eve?" Jonathan chuckled faintly. "Do you have a girlfriend? You're spending time with her?"

The remark struck a chord with Donald. He clenched his fist and coughed lightly. "Not my girlfriend yet."

"Oh? Well, you better hurry then," Jonathan said.

"Got it. I'll try my best to win her over." Donald smiled faintly.

Jonathan always found Donald reliable. His calm demeanor reassured Jonathan enough to let him handle the test reports. Donald was diligent and responsible; he wasn't someone who spread rumors.

Jonathan chatted with Donald a while longer before the latter left. Finally, Jonathan's gaze landed on the test report. The sealed report, bound by a white string at the opening, was like Pandora's box. He stared at it for about five minutes before slowly picking it up and opening it.