Chapter 460 Choosing His Words Carefully
Jonathan carefully chose his words, referring to Paula as his “biological granny” rather than simply his “granny.” Cecilia, already suspecting Jonathan’s online encounter with Paula, was momentarily speechless.
Before she could respond, Jonathan interjected, “Mommy, if Grandma isn’t nice to you, I won’t acknowledge her. If she bullies you, just tell me; I’ll protect you.”
Watching the video call, Cecilia felt a wave of relief at Jonathan’s serious expression. “Don’t worry,” she reassured him. “I can handle myself. No one will bully me. Meanwhile, stay close to Ms. Kennedy and avoid causing her any trouble.”
A blush crept onto Vivian’s face. She had been the one causing Jonathan trouble. Without him, she wouldn't have known how to handle the elders' questions, and it was only because of Jonathan that her father treated her kindly.
“Don’t worry,” she added. “Jon is even more sensible than we adults.”
Vivian was about to speak when a knock interrupted. Reluctantly, she told Jonathan to hang up. Opening the door, she found Zachary, still in his white lab coat, freshly returned from the hospital.
“Is something wrong?” Vivian asked, noticing his unchanged clothes. There must have been an emergency.
“Grandpa asked me to take you to get our wedding photos taken,” Zachary said.
Vivian frowned. “We’re not even engaged yet. Why the rush?” She had expected their engagement and marriage to take at least six months, but the current pace suggested otherwise.
“Getting the photos and customizations will take over half a month. Grandpa wants it all done before the New Year,” Zachary explained impatiently. He looked at Vivian, still surprised she was to be his wife, unable to fathom his grandfather's thinking.
With the New Year only two weeks away, Vivian’s anxiety increased. “How about we wait until after the New Year? It’s cold out.”
“No,” Zachary firmly cut her off. Then, turning to Jonathan, he said, “Hey, brat, want to come along?”
Jonathan glared at him with disdain. “No.”
Everyone insisted the child wasn't his, but Zachary, despite being a doctor, couldn't shake the feeling Jonathan might be his son. The boy’s cold rejection left Zachary feeling small and defeated. He touched his nose, confused. Is this boy really my flesh and blood? Why do I feel so intimidated by him? The only other person who had ever made him feel this way was Nathaniel.
Dismissing the thought, Zachary turned back to Vivian. “No need to change your clothes, let’s go.”
Reluctantly, Vivian quickly reminded Jonathan, “Jon, if anything comes up, call me.”
“Okay,” Jonathan replied, watching them leave. Once they were gone, he immediately sat down at his computer, determined to find any negative information about Paula. But his efforts yielded little—only trivial matters of no real consequence.
“My dear Jon, what are you up to? Time for school,” George’s gentle voice came from behind. The old man had quietly ascended the stairs unnoticed.
Jonathan quickly shut down his computer and turned. “Okay.”
Previously, Jonathan had been driven to and from kindergarten in ordinary cars. Now, as the Sinclair family’s great-grandson, the fleet of cars collecting him resembled a wedding procession.
It was an extravagant display Felix had never experienced, not being Nathaniel’s son. But Jonathan, Zachary’s future heir, enjoyed a completely different status.