Chapter 78: An Invitation

“Mom and Dad said Ms. Ross and Uncle Nathaniel got together because she saved Grandma Elena. I even saw Uncle Nathaniel pushing Ms. Ross away,” Felix whispered.

Jonathan had only intended to learn about the Rainsworth family from Felix, but unexpectedly stumbled upon a secret about his father. He still needed to verify its authenticity.

“This is just your assertion,” Jonathan said.

Though Felix didn't fully understand, he sensed Jonathan's distrust.

“This weekend is my great-grandfather’s birthday. Ms. Ross will be there, and I’m going with my parents. Come and see for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

Jonathan’s opportunity arrived effortlessly.

“All right, if you’re right, I’ll trust you. But you have to ensure my comfort,” Jonathan agreed readily. He wouldn't be at a disadvantage. He also planned to teach Stella a lesson during his visit to Rainsworth Manor. Stealing his father was one thing, but plagiarizing his mother’s artwork? Unacceptable.

On the weekend, Cecilia took a private car to Vivian’s home. She stared out at the rain, lost in thought. The driver spoke intermittently. “Ms. Smith, Mr. Reese also enjoys watching rain from the car. He often mentioned a little girl who found comfort in it, believing it washed away her sorrows. That little girl was you.”

Cecilia smiled. “That must be something I said as a child. I’d forgotten.”

“It’s fate that Mr. Reese is reunited with you,” the driver said.

Cecilia found the coincidence intriguing. They arrived at Vivian’s mansion.

Vivian and Jonathan greeted Cecilia at the door.

“Ceci, come in. Jon and I have been waiting for dinner,” Vivian said, both she and Jonathan watching her expectantly.

“All right.”

Cecilia embraced Jonathan, gently rubbing his cheeks. Several days had passed since their last meeting.

“How’s school?” she asked.

Jonathan’s cheeks flushed. “Great.”

Vivian added, “Jonathan says he’s quite popular with the girls these days. He’s even outshining the other boys.”

Inheriting Cecilia and Nathaniel’s good genes, Jonathan was charming and intelligent. Vivian believed he'd be a ladies' man when he grew up.

“Mommy, I’ve been good,” Jonathan said.

Cecilia caressed his cheek and kissed his forehead. “That’s great,” she said.

Jonathan’s face reddened. After a moment, he remembered.

“Mommy, I’m going to a friend’s house tomorrow.” He didn't mention Felix.

“You’ve made friends quickly! That’s wonderful,” Cecilia said happily. “Rest early tonight.”

“Okay.”

After dinner, Jonathan went to sleep. Cecilia and Vivian were talking when Vivian produced two invitations.

“What are these?” Cecilia asked, confused.

“Tomorrow is Old Mr. Rainsworth’s eightieth birthday celebration. All of Tudela’s prominent figures will be there,” Vivian said, lowering her voice. “You know how my father…”