Chapter 685

Even amid the bustling crowd, Gary’s words pierced straight through to Jonathan’s ears.

Gary finally got what he wanted–witnessing the tempest of emotions raging in Jonathan’s eyes.

Just then, two security guards swiftly strode over and took Gary’s megaphone. One of them said, “This is an airport. Please refrain from shouting or disrupting public order.”

Gary said, “I am sorry.” Then he burst out laughing and exclaimed, “I’m just too excited.”

The security guards stared at Gary as if he were a lunatic. One on each side, they dragged him away.

Still laughing wildly as he was dragged away, Gary twisted around and shouted, “Jonathan, I was the first to tell you, right? You should be thrilled. Better treat my poor nephew Mike right–he’s dying for your love.”

The DNA test report dropped to the ground.

Jonathan strode over, his hands trembling as he slowly bent down to pick up the DNA test report that Gary had deliberately tossed to the ground.

Jonathan’s gaze locked onto the name on the report: Michael Johnston. He thought, ‘Michael Johnston, not Mike Johnson. His surname is the same as Teresa’s. This is the boy’s real name.’

At that moment, the truth finally dawned on Jonathan with crystal clarity. His thin lips pressed into a tight line as he swiftly flipped to the last page.

The result read: [The probability of a paternal relationship between Jonathan and Michael is 99.999%.]

His grip on the report tightened, then tightened further, as if he could crush it to dust in his white-knuckled hands. Suddenly, Mike’s voice echoed in his mind.

Mike said, “Mr. Lime, I like you. When I grow up, I wanna make big bucks just like you. Mr. Lime, I’m Mike. You gotta remember me, okay? I’ll miss you. Hope we can meet again someday, Mr. Daddy Lime.”

Back then, Jonathan said, “Mike, I’m sorry to let you down. I’m not your daddy.”

Mike said, “I thought after the DNA test, you could finally be my daddy. Why not?”

Jonathan’s head was filled with Michael’s sweet voice calling him “Mr. Lime.” All those moments he spent with Michael flashed through his mind, like a dense web tightening around him, choking him.

He thought, ‘That child, he’s my son. How could I not recognize my own flesh and blood? How could I have gone all this time without knowing the truth?

‘The one I trust most–the last person I ever suspected, Teresa–has kept this from me for so long. Everyone around me knows the truth, leaving me the only one in the dark.

‘I’m the very last to find out that Mike is my flesh and blood. What a sickening irony. The cruelest joke of all.’

Suddenly, Donald rushed over and called out, “Jonathan.” Seeing Jonathan’s expression, his heart lurched.

Jonathan’s eyes were bloodshot, glistening with unshed tears, yet burning with rising fury.

Donald said, “Jonathan, you already know, don’t you? That kid Mike, he’s your biological son.” As he spoke, he handed the DNA test report to Jonathan.

Jonathan, his face utterly blank, snatched the report and gave it a quick scan.

Donald added, “Mike’s real name is Michael Johnston–the same Johnston as Teresa’s.”

Jonathan said, “I already know.” His grip on the two reports turned white-knuckled as he suddenly shot a piercing glare at Donald.

He demanded, “If Mike is my son, then why did that previous DNA test you had me take show there was no blood relation between us?”