Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 840 The Paternity Test Report of You and Alice

Chapter 840: Chapter 840 The Paternity Test Report of You and Alice

Mr. Jones hung up the phone with a snap, and Benjamin Jones looked slightly stunned, the whole person somewhat dazed. How many years had it been since his father had last lost his temper with him?

Especially in recent years, since his father had retired, his temperament had become more and more mild. Why would he be so angry today, even using the word "get out"?

Feeling puzzled, Benjamin Jones dialed his mother’s number, which rang several times before being disconnected. He frowned lightly and made a U-turn at another intersection.

The old Jones house and the Smith house are in the same alley. Benjamin parked his car at the intersection, and as he passed by the Smith house, he noticed that the gate was tightly locked. A faint hint of melancholy flashed through his eyes, and then he walked towards his own home.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw his mother standing anxiously in the courtyard. As soon as she saw him, she hurriedly came forward, "Benjamin, have a good talk with your dad later, don’t start a conflict. You know your dad’s health isn’t good and can’t withstand stress."

"What has happened?" Up to now, Benjamin Jones still didn’t know what had happened, and asked his mother with a puzzled look in his eyes.

Mrs. Jones choked up, and after a long time hesitantly asked, "You really don’t know?"

"Do you think I would lie?" Benjamin Jones counter-asked his mother.

Mrs. Jones smiled awkwardly, "Just go in, you’ll understand once you’re inside."

It’s not that Mrs. Jones didn’t want to tell her son, but she didn’t know how to start.

Seeing this, Benjamin Jones didn’t make it difficult for his mother, and stepped into his father’s study. As soon as he entered, a document was thrown at him. He slightly dodged to avoid it, and looked at his father sitting at the desk in a rage, "Dad, what’s the problem?"

His tone was as composed as always.

Mr. Jones grew even angrier, "See for yourself!"

Upon hearing this, Benjamin Jones bent down to pick up the document from the ground, wondering if it could be a problem with a case his company had taken on, but when he opened it, he found it was a paternity test report. He didn’t read the content and instinctively asked, "Did you have a daughter outside?"

"What nonsense are you talking!" Before Mr. Jones could grow angrier, Mrs. Jones also glared irritably at her son.

Benjamin Jones felt helpless, thinking to himself that indeed, his parents, who had lived lovingly all their lives, didn’t seem like those who would have illegitimate children. So he continued reading, but he only saw the confirmation of a father-daughter relationship, and there was no other effective information. He looked up at his parents, "What does this have to do with me?"

"You still pretend, I never expected I, Francis Jones, would have such an irresponsible son!" Mr. Jones was furious.

Mrs. Jones looked disappointedly at her son, "Benjamin, how could you be like this!"

Benjamin Jones, "..."

What on earth did he do wrong? Could it be that this paternity test was done for him?

For a moment, various thoughts flashed through Benjamin Jones’s mind, but he dismissed them all, finally asking carefully, "Could it be that I am not your biological child?"

Mr. and Mrs. Jones, "..."

They really didn’t know about this?

Mrs. Jones took a breath, "This is the paternity report between you and Alice."

"Ha!" Benjamin Jones felt as though he had heard an enormous joke, his usually stern face couldn’t help but smile.

But after he laughed, his parents showed no reaction and just looked at him indifferently.

Benjamin then realized that his parents were never the type to jest frivolously; on the contrary, they were more cautious than anyone and wouldn’t confront him without being certain of the matter.

So, is it true?

How is that possible? This is too absurd, how could Alice possibly be his daughter!

Benjamin shook his head, "Dad, Mom, there might be some mistake; I never knew Catherine Ford before, how could Alice be my daughter? This is impossible."

But even as he said this, he recalled his mother’s reaction when she first saw Alice, as well as Catherine’s reaction when she first met him. Many question marks popped up in his mind. Could it be true?

"Take a look at this." Mrs. Jones, having confirmed that her son was indeed unaware, passed him an album from her husband’s desk.

Benjamin took it and opened it; the first page was a photo of him as a baby, and as he flipped further, the photos showed him older. The more he looked, the more shocked he became, and when he reached the photos of him at three years old, he stopped flipping through the album.

Some things were too obvious; even if unwilling to believe, it was inescapable.

They looked too alike!

He had always felt that there was something familiar about Alice, but he never paid mind to it. The last time he was buying treats for Alice in the mall, an auntie thought they were father and daughter and commented on their resemblance. Back then, he thought it was just polite conversation, but now looking at the photo of himself at three years old, and thinking of Alice’s face, they looked exactly the same.

It’s just that he became overly reserved and often wore a stern face as an adult, and never thought that he could resemble a three-year-old girl.

But now thinking about it, during the time he was suing Catherine, he almost never saw Alice’s face directly until Catherine decided to move to Rose Valley. That time when she held Alice, she also hid the child’s face in her arms, and it was only because Alice accidentally looked up that he got a clear view of her little face.

What was his reaction then? Oh, it should have been very indifferent, and his indifference at the time made Catherine relieved, but it was mistaken by him as nervousness. Looking back now, she was probably afraid, afraid that he would notice the resemblance between Alice and himself.

Only later did he proactively offer for her to cook and bring Alice along, but unless absolutely necessary, Catherine never brought Alice to his place.

He had always thought that the woman was just being responsible, afraid that Alice might disturb him, but now it seemed to suggest a new meaning – Catherine did not want Alice to have too much contact with him.

As for the reason, it was now in his hands.

"Benjamin, do you really not have any impressions at all?" Mrs. Jones, seeing her son’s changing expressions, asked softly.

Although Benjamin was reluctant to admit it, he nodded, "I don’t remember anything happening between us, nor do I remember why there’s Alice..."

But as he finished speaking, Benjamin’s mind suddenly flashed with some fragmented memories that had surfaced during his first contact with Catherine; strange images that had made him take up Catherine’s case initially. Later, he deliberately suppressed them and they never surfaced again. He had always thought it was a dream about Abby.

Because Catherine’s features were too similar to Abby’s back then, those memories surfaced in his mind, and at that time Abby had returned from M Kingdom and directly gone to Gills City for Jeffrey Foster, leaving him feeling uneasy but used to enduring, then he had that ’dream’.

For that, he even despised himself for a while.

Maybe that so-called ’dream’ was never a dream from the beginning.

Mrs. Jones saw her son speaking softer and softer towards the end, realizing he might have figured something out and didn’t interrupt. Instead, it was Mr. Jones who frowned, "What are you planning to do now? It seems she approached you deliberately with a purpose."

These words awakened Benjamin, and he looked disapprovingly at Francis Jones, "Dad, she’s not that kind of girl."

"Then what kind of girl is she?" Mr. Jones asked, looking at his son. He had a good impression of Catherine, but as a daughter-in-law, he was somewhat unsatisfied.

"I’ll handle this matter myself." Benjamin Jones hasn’t been this agitated in a long time. He admits that he doesn’t dislike Catherine Ford, and even from their recent interactions, he can feel subtle emotional changes within himself. However, these feelings are not yet strong enough to support a relationship. Perhaps if they continue to interact, they might fall in love, but clearly, that time is not now.

This sudden explosive news was hard to accept even for Benjamin, who considered himself mentally strong.

"How do you plan to resolve this?" Mr. Jones was not ready to let his son off the hook.

Benjamin didn’t speak because even he didn’t know how to resolve it at the moment.

Mr. Jones understood his son and after pondering, he spoke, "Since Alice is a blood relative of the Jones family, she naturally shouldn’t be left outside."

Benjamin suddenly looked up at his father, his gaze scrutinizing.

Mrs. Jones also disagreed with her husband’s statement, "Honey, let Benjamin handle this himself. We should not interfere."

But Mr. Jones ignored his wife and continued to look at his son.

Benjamin’s gaze turned cold, "Either reject both the mother and daughter or accept them together. I will not take Alice away from Catherine."

"You..." Mr. Jones was choked up with anger and sighed, "Fine, you handle your affairs, but we want to see Alice often in the future."

Thinking of that overly sensible little girl, Mr. Jones’s heart softened considerably.

"I cannot guarantee that." Benjamin flatly refused.

Mr. Jones, "..." Having a strong-minded son was not entirely a good thing.

"Then I can visit Alice often." Mrs. Jones particularly adored Alice and especially since the little girl resembled her own son in his childhood but was more sensible and lively, at her age she had nothing else to look forward to but to hold a grandchild.

"We’ll see." Benjamin hadn’t yet figured out how to resolve the matter and couldn’t provide that assurance to his mother.

Mrs. Jones glared at her son, then sighed deeply.

Benjamin left the old mansion and drove back to Rose Valley. Along the way, he received a message from Catherine asking when he would be home. He glanced at it but didn’t reply. He felt inexplicably terrible, knowing that, although unaware of the full details, this matter shouldn’t be blamed on Catherine.

Even the subsequent hardships Catherine faced were related to him.

During his college years as an intern lawyer in community practice, he encountered many single mothers seeking help. He understood very well the pain of a young girl from an ordinary family background, with no financial resources, becoming a mother.

Some people’s lives could even be ruined by it.

Catherine was both lucky and unlucky. She found Foster Newman and reached a marriage agreement with him, avoiding initial public scrutiny but also suffering discrimination and abuse from him, managing to survive with Alice in difficult circumstances.

Alice’s current personality largely stemmed from Catherine’s own mental strength and optimism.

And he could see that Catherine loved Alice deeply. Taking Alice away from her for selfish reasons was something Benjamin could not allow himself to do morally.

But why didn’t she reach out to him?

Whether four years ago when she got pregnant or four years later, she never thought of finding him.

If it hadn’t been for the lawyer handling her case to change unexpectedly to him, they might never have interacted, and he would never have known he had a daughter in this world.

A daughter who is only three-and-a-half years old but so sensible that it breaks your heart.

Benjamin Jones’s feelings were complex. The complexity continued until the moment he pushed open the door. At that instant, the customarily chilly room was overflowing with fragrance, followed by a pink shadow rushing towards him, "Uncle Jones, if you don’t come home, Alice’s little belly is going to be starving flat."

All the previous negative emotions instantly dissipated. He looked down at the little girl tilting her head up to talk to him, gorgeous and smart, a genuine feeling popped up in his mind—she was his daughter.

Before, he only felt the little girl had beautiful eyes and was loveable, which often softened his heart inexplicably, but only now did he realize how mysterious and wonderful kinship is.

"Uncle Jones, did you freeze your brains?" Alice waited half a day for Benjamin Jones to respond, tilting her little head seriously and asked.

Catherine Ford just walked over, hearing her daughter’s words, and hurriedly said, "Alice, don’t be rude to Uncle."

"Oh." Alice obediently responded, then looked thoughtfully back at Benjamin Jones, "Not frozen, then was Uncle Jones shocked by Alice’s beauty?"

Catherine Ford, "..." She didn’t know whom the child takes after!

Benjamin Jones chuckled lightly, then set his briefcase aside, took off his overcoat and handed it to Catherine Ford, then bent down to lift Alice in his long arms, "Yes, Uncle was shocked by Alice’s beauty, today’s Alice is even prettier than yesterday."

On hearing this, Alice’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Benjamin Jones. Benjamin Jones’ eyebrows slightly raised at being stared at when he heard the young girl mutter despondently, "I didn’t expect Uncle Jones to be a man of sweet words, sigh."

Benjamin Jones, "..."

Catherine Ford, "... Lawyer Jones must be hungry, I’ll go heat up the food right away."

Catherine Ford, embarrassed beyond measure by her daughter’s words, reached out to take Alice after being stunned for a few seconds.

However, Benjamin Jones did not hand Alice over to her, but instead placed Alice on the dining chair, seriously and meticulously responding to Alice, "Uncle Jones speaks nothing but the truth."

Alice tilted her little head, thrilled, turned to her mother who wished she could cover her face and shouted, "Mummy, Uncle Jones praised me as beautiful."

"Yes, you are the most beautiful."

Catherine Ford replied listlessly, then walked towards the kitchen, only to hear her daughter solemnly ask, "Then can I marry Uncle Jones when I grow up?"

Catherine Ford nearly stumbled and fell, luckily she caught herself on the wall, turning around with an indescribable look back at her daughter, "Alice!"

"Mummy, don’t be so fierce," Alice turned back and pitifully responded to Catherine Ford.

Catherine Ford took a deep breath and gave Benjamin Jones an awkward smile, "Lawyer Jones, please forgive the disturbance."

"Alice is very cute." Benjamin Jones met Catherine Ford’s gaze, observing every minute expression attempting to discern something, but there was nothing, only apology and awkwardness.

It seemed in her eyes, Alice really had no relation to him at all.

Catherine Ford responded with an awkward laugh, "And quite a handful too."

After finishing, she went into the kitchen to swiftly prepare the hot dinner, brought it out, and also took Alice to the side. She specifically divided some dishes Alice could eat into small plates for the little one to eat herself, then went back to the kitchen to clean up.

Benjamin Jones watched the whole process, feeling a strange annoyance. She really was distinctly maintaining boundaries, perfectly playing the role of a maid. If it hadn’t been for his late return tonight, she probably wouldn’t have let Alice come over, right?