Chapter 312: Jonathan Has a Plan

Vivian initially intended to gossip, but ended her call abruptly when Jonathan arrived.

“Jon, you’re back already? Did school let out early?” Vivian asked, surprised by his early return.

Jonathan, having overheard Vivian's conversation with Cecilia, knew his "scumbag daddy" was living with his mother due to amnesia and blindness. No wonder Mommy was so eager to send me away, he thought.

“Yeah, the teacher said the weather was getting colder and we were dismissed early on Fridays. Didn't she mention this in the group chat?” Jonathan replied innocently.

Vivian slapped her forehead. “I’m sorry, I forgot to check the group messages.”

Without a driver, Jonathan had walked home alone. Feeling guilty, Vivian attempted to compensate.

“Come here, I owe you a kiss as an apology,” she said, leaning down.

Jonathan dodged her, displaying clear distaste. “Don’t wanna.”

Vivian pouted. “All right then.”

Jonathan added, “Ms. Kennedy, if you’re feeling guilty, why don’t you take me back to Sparaville for the weekend? We can spend it with Mommy!” He was eager to see his father.

Vivian immediately refused. She’d promised Cecilia she wouldn’t let Jonathan see Nathaniel.

Jonathan casually mentioned, “A few days ago, I read a news story about a five-year-old who was heading home alone and got into a car accident. There was also a six-year-old who was kidnapped by human traffickers…”

Vivian sighed, guilt mounting. “I promise I’ll never forget to pick you up from school again,” she vowed.

Jonathan, feeling victorious, said, “Then I want to visit a friend’s house this weekend.”

Relieved he wasn’t insisting on Sparaville, Vivian readily agreed. “All right, you can visit your friend.”

Unbeknownst to Vivian, Jonathan had a plan. He'd initially considered telling her about his weekend plans, fearing her disapproval. Instead, he'd suggested Sparaville, anticipating her refusal. Now, with her agreement, he could proceed.

That day, back at preschool, children bombarded Jonathan with questions about his absence. Felix, however, pulled him aside.

“You have no idea; Grandma Elena has been searching for you constantly since you left,” Felix whispered. “She even looked for your dad.”

Jonathan’s eyes widened. Did Elena find out I’m Nathaniel’s son?

“Did she mention who my dad is?” Jonathan asked.

Felix shook his head. “She didn’t say anything specific, but I’ve seen him. He’s tall and quite handsome.”

Jonathan realized Felix was mistaken. If Felix had seen Nathaniel, his description would have been more precise.

“Did he live at your place?” Jonathan asked.

“No, but he’s been visiting Grandma Elena these past few days,” Felix replied.

Felix, puzzled, asked, “Why would you ask? Don’t you know where your dad lives?”

Jonathan sighed. “From the moment I was born, he abandoned my mom and me. I’ve never met him.”

Felix’s expression softened. “You should come to my place tomorrow. You might get to see him.”

“Okay,” Jonathan agreed.

The Rainsworth estate was threatened. Though Jonathan disliked his "scumbag daddy," he wouldn't let others take what was rightfully his family's. Even if his father had died, he, his brother, and his mother remained the primary inheritors.