Chapter 523 Looks Familiar

“No wonder Jonathan looked so familiar. He’s Nathaniel’s son,” Zachary said, remembering Nathaniel’s childhood resemblance to Jonathan.

Vivian felt annoyed. When did I ever say the child was Nathaniel's? She remained silent, unwilling to risk an investigation by Zachary.

“When are you returning the child?” Zachary asked, raising an eyebrow. “Grandpa adores Jonathan. If he learns the truth, do you think he won't banish you?”

He assumed Vivian would be frightened, believing the Kennedy family depended on the Sinclairs. To his surprise, Vivian yawned. “That would be wonderful, actually. I don't want to marry you anyway.” Her only concern was George's disappointment.

Zachary was speechless. “In any case, don't tell Grandpa. We'll proceed slowly,” he said seriously.

“Mm. We agree on that.”

At Rainsworth Manor, a still-shaken Elliot had just finished dressing. What kind of friend does my scoundrel father have? The man had burst into his nursery, shocked to see him, then mentioned Jonathan.

“Eli, were you scared?” Cecilia asked anxiously.

Not wanting to worry her, Elliot shook his head. “No, but he was really weird.”

“I’m glad you’re fine. Avoid him in the future,” Cecilia said, still feeling uneasy. She feared Zachary might act rashly, given the children's resemblance.

After dressing Elliot and tidying up, Cecilia sent Nathaniel back to Daltonia Villa. Elena, reluctant to let Elliot go, showered them with gifts.

“Eli, visit Grandma in a few days,” Elena said.

Looking at her kind face, Elliot politely replied, “If Mommy comes, then I will.”

Elena’s expression faltered. Glancing at Cecilia, she said formally, “Take good care of the child and be mindful of your pregnancy.”

“Mm,” Cecilia replied lightly.

Watching them drive away, Elena asked her secretary, “The DNA test results?” She was growing impatient. If both children were Nathaniel’s, she wouldn't let Cecilia raise them.

The secretary shook her head. “Not yet.”

“Tell them to hurry.”

“Yes.”

When Cecilia’s family returned to Daltonia Villa, the security guard told them someone had visited.

“Who?”

“A tall, thin young man who said he was your younger brother, Mrs. Rainsworth.”

Cecilia had blocked Magnus, forcing him to visit in person.

Elliot asked, “Mommy, is that your brother?”

Cecilia nodded. Blood ties were undeniable. She asked the guard what Magnus wanted. He'd just lingered at the entrance before leaving.

Worried her brother might involve the children, Cecilia decided to meet him.

“Cecilia, I thought you’d never speak to me again.”

“Pick a place. Let’s meet,” Cecilia said coolly.