Chapter 35
Denda knew exactly who the teenager was. In her past life, after Eleanor destroyed Philip, he had been so furious that he suffered a stroke and never regained consciousness. That was when Freya Bad showed up with her son. She had claimed that her son had the right to inherit Philip’s assets and demanded two-thirds of Brenda’s fortune. She had used the excuse that her son should be the one to carry on Philip’s legacy.
Of course, Brenda had refused. Philip’s wealth had already dwindled. Even losing 100 dollars would be unbearable. But Freya had dragged Brenda to court, appealing over and over again. Brenda had been so enraged that she started losing focus while driving, resulting in a car accident that had sent her back in time—three years before the present.
Based on the timeline of her past life, Freya and her son shouldn’t have appeared yet. So, why were they here now?
Philip’s face turned ashen at the mention of Freya’s name. “You…”
The boy’s excitement grew. “Tad, it’s me, Zach! I’m your son! Brenda, we look so much alike! You’re all… are my siste…”
Haunted by the torment she had suffered from Freya and Zach in her past life, Brenda shrieked, “Who the hell is your sister? Get lost! Guards! Throw him out!”
The security guards rushed forward, grabbing Zach and dragging him away. But he kept shouting, “Dad! Dad! Brenda!”
The reporters smelled a juicy scandal as they swarmed in, shoving their microphones toward Philip.
“Mr. Sandberg, is that your son from an affair? Weren’t you known as a model husband and father?”
“Mr. Sandberg, will you take a paternity test? Will you acknowledge him as your son officially?”
“Mr. Sandberg, you only had a daughter before. But now that you have a son to carry on your legacy, will you be giving him a larger share of your inheritance?”
Philip was completely dumbfounded, unable to get a single word out.
Brenda lunged forward, shoving the microphones away. She was on the verge of losing it. “He’s not my brother! He has nothing to do with my family! They’re dreaming about getting the inheritance! All of you, get lost!”
Durely, from Gray Crane cafe, sitting at an outdoor table, Eleanor rested her chin on one hand, watching Philip and Brenda’s meltdown through her sunglasses. She took a sip of coffee elegantly.
Sebastian pushed a slice of cake toward her. “Did you tell the reporters to ask those questions?”
Eleanor curved her lips into a smile. “Of course. Who else would think to ask such ruthless questions?” She had aimed straight for Brenda’s sore spot.
Exenda loved exposing Eranor’s scandals and pushing her into the spotlight. She also loved to use other people to ruin Eleanor’s reputation in their social circle. Not only that, but she always preached that the successor of Sandberg Group must have an untainted lineage.
Well, now that Philip had an illegitimate son who had shown up in public, Eleanor would like to see how Brenda and Philip planned to clean up this mess.
Sebastian’s eyes held a glimmer of intrigue. “How did you know Philip had an illegitimate son?”
Eleanor froze for a split second. Sebastian’s gaze stayed on her as she casually took a sip of coffee. “Judging by his reaction, even he didn’t know.”
His tone was light, almost indifferent. Yet, somehow, the pressure he exuded was overwhelming. Why was he so domineering!
Leanor, however, remained unfazed as she huffed, “Because I’ve been digging up his secrets. And, well, I happened to dig this one up.” She scooped a bite of cake with her spoon and held it up to him, smiling smugly, “Don’t even think about doing anything behind my back, I’ll find out everything.”
Eleanor smoothly changed the topic. She didn’t even let Sebastian dwell on how exactly she had known about Philip’s illegitimate son. Of course, she had already witnessed it in her past life. She just simply “delivered” Zach early in this life.
Sebastian wasn’t into sweets, so he didn’t take the bite. Instead, he said, “I have nothing to hide. Check all you want.”
Leanor assured he was trying to show that he had been faithful and had nothing to cover up.