Chapter 86: Is He Your Son?

The importance of Nathaniel’s reputation overshadowed everything else.

“Dad, please don’t be upset. I’ll get her to leave immediately,” Nathaniel pleaded.

Stella remained oblivious to the unfolding events, sensing only the increasingly curious glances from those around her. Elena stormed over, tossing her phone onto the table. “Look what you’ve done!”

Stella picked up the phone, realizing the situation had become public. She started to explain, but Elena cut her off. “If you don’t want to continue embarrassing yourself, leave now.”

For the Rainsworth family, dismissing a celebrity was as easy as swatting a fly. Stella never anticipated such a humiliating exit. She sat in the minivan, stunned. Recalling Cecilia’s words, she understood. It must have been Cecilia’s doing.

Meanwhile, Vivian saw the news—a story she and Cecilia had orchestrated. The announcement was timed perfectly. Seeing Stella’s expulsion, Vivian texted Cecilia: "Finally, that pretentious woman has fallen. Let her enjoy her moment." Vivian stood, relishing Stella’s misfortune. Then, she spotted a familiar small figure in the distance.

“Jon?” Vivian was surprised to see Jonathan there. Several bodyguards had apprehended him, hoisting him up and delivering him to Zachary. Jonathan’s short legs were no match for their long strides. He’d run as far as he could, but he was caught. He only regretted his youth.

“You little rascal, I’ve finally got you,” Zachary said.

Jonathan maintained his innocent demeanor. “Please ask him to put me down. I don’t know you.”

Zachary chuckled. “You don’t know me? Weren’t you the one who spilled wine on me at the hotel and threw my clothes and phone off the building?”

Jonathan denied it. “You must be mistaken. I’ve never been to a hotel.” Zachary knew Jonathan wouldn’t admit guilt, yet the boy’s innocent facade amused him. He approached Jonathan, raising his hand to spank him.

Suddenly, a voice called out, “Stop!”

Zachary paused, turning towards the sound. A woman with a gentle appearance was rushing toward them. Jonathan hadn’t expected to find Vivian there. He knew he was in trouble when he got home, but his immediate concern was the present situation.

“Mommy, help me… He hit me…”

For the first time, Vivian saw the little troublemaker pleading, her heart melting with a mixture of elation and worry. Mommy…

Zachary looked deeply into Vivian’s eyes. She’s the little rascal’s mother… So she’s the woman I was once with? Why do I have no memory of her? She even secretly bore my child.

Vivian rushed forward, intent on retrieving Jonathan from the bodyguard. Zachary signaled, and the bodyguard released his grip. Vivian immediately checked on Jonathan.

Jonathan shook his head. “No, thankfully you arrived quickly, Mommy.”

Vivian breathed a sigh of relief. Zachary stood before her.

“Is he your son?”

Vivian looked up, indignation in her eyes. “If he’s not my son, are you implying he’s yours? Who are you to seize my son like that? You were about to hit him! Do you know that’s illegal?”