Chapter 362: Let Me Take You There

Jonathan’s face darkened. How on earth had this man obtained the invitation he’d sent? He had the audacity to exploit him, leaving Jonathan no choice but to comply.

“Daddy, you’re right about everything,” he said.

The three of them stood together, a picture-perfect family. Ernest watched the touching scene unfold, almost moved to tears, though outwardly he remained composed. “Apologies, Mr. Sinclair, for the poor hospitality,” he said.

Zachary turned, his eyes narrowing. His gaze was hard as steel, cold as ice. He spoke slowly, “It’s not just the poor hospitality. You’ve insulted my wife and son. How do we settle this? You’re a lawyer; do you have the confidence to win your own lawsuit?” For the Sinclairs, eliminating Ernest would be inconsequential.

Ernest knew his position. “I’m sorry. I apologize.”

Zachary refused the apology. Turning to Vivian, Jonathan, and Cecilia, he said, “Let’s go. There’s no need to attend this wedding.”

The crowd watched their departure. Ernest’s handsome features were strained. Afterwards, Zachary’s wealthy acquaintances, finding excuses, left the wedding.

Greta stopped them at the door. “You haven’t eaten! Why leave so soon?”

One grumbled, “You’ve offended the Sinclairs. Who dares dine at your banquet now?”

Greta realized the depth of her offense.

On their way from the hotel, Zachary and Vivian spoke quietly.

“You claimed Jon isn’t my son. Did you tamper with the paternity test?”

Zachary recalled Vivian’s visit to Jonathan during the testing. He couldn’t guarantee the procedure’s integrity. That boy is so clever. What if he switched the hair sample?

Moments before, Vivian had been grateful to Zachary; now, she wanted to berate him. “I did no such thing,” she insisted.

“Is he really Ernest’s son, then?” Zachary doubted their resemblance. Ernest had fine features; Jonathan’s were sharp and angular. As he matured, he would exude a masculinity far removed from Ernest’s “pretty boy” looks.

After the wedding, Vivian no longer wished to deceive herself or others. “Of course not.”

“Still stubborn, then?” A smirk touched Zachary’s lips.

Vivian remained silent.

Cecilia, walking behind them, felt bewildered. When did Zachary become so nice? He even helped Vivian! She was oblivious to Jonathan’s silent resentment towards Zachary. Unbelievable! Why was Zachary there?

They reached an extra-long Lincoln, flanked by two black cars and bodyguards. After reading Jonathan’s note, Zachary understood his role: to be supportive. Though arrogant, he rarely behaved so ostentatiously. He exuded money, power, and control.

“Get in the car,” Zachary told Vivian. Then, turning to Cecilia, feeling guilt, he said, “Where are you going? Let me take you there.” He avoided her eyes.

Cecilia coldly dismissed him. Zachary choked back a reply. He wanted to speak, but Vivian, taking Jonathan’s hand, said, “We’ll leave together. No need to trouble you. Goodbye.”