The President’s Five Children

After a short beep, the call was answered.

Sebastian’s raspy, dark voice then rang out, “What is it?”

“Cousin, has it ever occurred to you that little Joanna and Natan’s true origins might turn out to be completely different from what you’ve decided all these years?” Rupert was so excited that he stuttered.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“What are you talking about in your sleep in the middle of the day, hang up.” Sebastian thought Rupert was playing a prank and was ready to hang up.

Rupert got anxious, “No, I mean, have you ever wondered whose child little Joanna really is?”

“…”

On the other end of the phone, Sebastian, who was about to hang up, stalled, “Isn’t that my kid?”

When Bella first came to him with the child at the Sunshine Villa, she could match all the details in the hotel and the child had a paternity test done to prove that it was his child.

How can this be fake?

“The child is certainly your right, after all, look like you have some similarity, I mean the child’s biological mother, is really Bella?” Rupert finally said the doubts in his mind.

A woman who is always hanging on to her deceased son every now and then as a pity chip can get the anniversary of his death wrong.

Even after learning of the misremembering, he did not have any intention to go to the tombstone to pay his respects, but turned around and left.

This is too abnormal!

“Cousin, did you do a paternity test on Bella and little Joanna in the first place?” Rupert asked.

Silence.

After a long silence, Sebastian slowly lifted his thin lips, “No.”

It’s not that he didn’t want to check, but at the time Bella was able to tell all the details and came up with the hospital pregnancy and delivery records, plus little Joanna and Natan’s paternity test was true.

So Sebastian was sure that the woman that night, was Bella.

But now Rupert is coming forward to say that maybe it’s not that simple.

If the woman that night was not Bella, then who was …?

Bonnie?

Sebastian’s black eyes like ink instantly surged with a raging dark tide, his sculpted face tensed with lines, and he said in a deep voice, “Give Bella and little Joanna a paternity test, immediately, right away.”

“Good.” Rupert then hung up the phone.

He quickly burned the clothes and toys in his hands and patted the ash on his body.

Following that, he looked down at the picture on the tombstone, “Natan, brother-in-law is now going to help you investigate whether Bella is your real mother, if not, she used you to gain sympathy in the Grant family these years, I will make sure she comes to kowtow to you and admit her mistake!”

With these words, Rupert left the cemetery.

After driving back downtown, he quickly found Bella.

It’s not how sharp his scouting skills are, but Bella is just too good to find.

This woman, who by nature loves to show off, went shopping at the mall directly after leaving the cemetery and frantically posted friends to show off, thus satisfying her vanity.

Based on the positioning on the photo, Rupert found Bella at a Chanel counter.

At the moment she is sitting in the VIP lounge, enjoying the impeccable care of two counter girls, with arrogance and smugness written all over her face.

Bella was a little surprised to see Rupert, “Mr. Robertson, what brings you here?”

“Oh, I’ve come to buy a bag, just in time, you come and help me choose.” Rupert said.

Buy a bag and let her help choose?

Bella was instantly disinterested.

But the next moment, she looked at the card Rupert pulled out, but instantly lit up!