Chapter 270: No Blood Relation

Nathaniel’s heart leaped with anticipation awaiting Mason’s report. But Mason’s words chilled him: “The result is, there’s no blood relation.”

No blood relation… So Cecilia hadn't lied. Our child had died. Elliot and Jonathan weren't mine—they were hers and Calvin's!

Nathaniel's hand clenched, knuckles white. His throat burned. "Got it," he said, ending the call abruptly.

The car's atmosphere turned icy as Nathaniel stared at a bite mark on his hand, his expression hardening. He'd been so sure Cecilia had deceived him; he felt foolish. Instead of returning home, he directed the driver to a nearby bar.

Cecilia arrived home, shaken. As she composed herself, Martha called.

"Mommy!" her children's cheerful voices filled the screen. Jonathan and Elliot's smiles brought comfort. Relieved Nathaniel hadn't followed, she greeted them warmly. "Jon, Eli, kisses!" She hid her distress.

"Mommy, when are you coming back?" Elliot asked, his eyes hopeful.

Cecilia smiled gently. "Just wait a little longer; I'll be back soon."

"Mommy, Jon and I miss you so much," Elliot added.

"I miss you both too," Cecilia replied, her heart aching.

Jonathan, maturely, appeared on screen. "Mommy, don't forget your milk and vitamins tonight."

"Got it," Cecilia assured him.

Their love strengthened her, bolstering her resolve to face challenges. She had to be strong; she'd chosen to raise her children alone.

After their call, Cecilia prepared for bed. Martha urged the children to sleep; Elliot had a checkup the next day. As they were settling, Jonathan quietly spoke.

"Did you cover your tracks when you left Spring Forest Manor?" he asked.

Elliot grinned smugly. "Of course. I replaced all my belongings." Including the toothbrush! Elliot had cleverly tricked the housekeeper into using his child-sized toothbrush. That's why the DNA test showed no blood relation. He'd prepared for this, though he hadn't expected to use it.

"Good," Jonathan said, satisfied.

"But Jon, you need to reflect on your actions. You almost got caught by Nathaniel," Elliot chided, recalling Jonathan's theft.

Jonathan sighed, rolling over. "I didn't expect him to be so skilled."

"If we hadn't returned with Mommy, he might have traced everything back to her," Elliot added.

Jonathan felt shaken. "All right, let's go to sleep."

Elliot, however, couldn't sleep. His bones often ached at night. He murmured, "Jon, do you think we let him off too easily?"

Jonathan smirked. "When I left, I left a small virus in their company."

"Nice," Elliot replied, pleased.

Meanwhile, Nathaniel, oblivious to their scheming, sat in the bar, lost in thought.

The next morning, chaos erupted at Rainsworth Group. Employees found their computers displaying humorous, photoshopped images of Nathaniel.