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He wasn’t going to tell Jonathan yet. There was no need to give him an excuse to demand 300 thousand dollars. It was not like Benny couldn’t cough up the money. He just couldn’t stand losing We this.
Benny got home late that night. He lived in Gerton Residence, one of Nareigh’s most exclusive neighborhoods. It wasn’t just about money. People needed the right status to live there.
His father, Clint Simpson, had returned home earlier and spotted a DNA test reportting on the table. The sight of it startled him, and he immediately grabbed it and shouted, “Benny. Get out of your room right now.”
Benny had just finished in the bathroom and was still adjusting his belt as he walked out reluctantly. “What’s all the yelling about?” he asked, only to have the report flung at his face.
“So, you’ve finally gone and caused trouble, haven’t you? Did you knock someone up? Are they asking you to take responsibility?” Clint demanded, his voice sharp.
“Did you even read the last part? It’s an invalid DNA test. The child isn’t related to the other party. And for the record, this isn’t mine. I did this for a friend,” Benny explained.
“Oh, sure, I believe you. Which friend are we talking about here?” Clint asked, his tone dripping with disbelief. “Even if I told you, you wouldn’t believe me. So why bother?” Benny replied with a shrug.
“You- Clint slammed the table, glaring at Benny before dramatically wiping at his eyes. “Ungrateful brat. All you do is mess around. You’re thirty and still not married, and now you’re pulling stunts like this? Do you even care about how I feel?” Benny’s patience snapped. “Clint, you think I don’t care about your feelings? If I didn’t care, I’d have already spent money to hack the hospital’s system, check the birth records, and pocket that 300 thousand dollars.
“Or I’d hire a private investigator, tail people, wiretap them, and track them down. One way or another, I’d get that money. “But no, I’ve been keeping my head down and staying out of trouble because of your status. And you still think I don’t care about you?”
“300 thousand dollars? Are you out of your mind?” Clint clicked his tongue. “Oh, so now you’re a hacker and a spy? Why not start your own superhero squad while you’re at it? I’ll even get you a cape so you can fly around.”
Benny wasn’t about to back down. “Wow, Clint, you’re on fire today. Why not quit your official job in Nareigh and start a comedy tour? You’d single–handedly revive Nareigh’s entertainment industry.”
Clint glared at him, his face darkening. “I’m not here to trade barbs with you. Just answer me honestly. Did you get someone pregnant? Otherwise, why would you need a DNA test? Tell me the truth. I can handle it.”
Benny’s eyes flickered with a sudden thought, but he quickly waved it off, looking annoyed. “I know what I’m doing. I didn’t get anyone pregnant.”
“Are you willing to swear on your life?” Clint asked.
“I’ll swear on your career. Happy now?” Benny said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Clint’s face turned a deeper shade of red, his anger boiling over. Huffing, he thought, ‘You just wait, Benny.‘
Meanwhile, even though Jonathan said he didn’t care about Benny’s DNA test, he still sent him a message. [Did the results come in yet?]
Benny lied about it. [Not yet.]
Seeing the reply, Jonathan sent another message. [Forget it.]
Defiant, Benny called Jonathan. “The kid looks just like you. How can you not see that?”
“So? People say that all the time. We did the DNA test. It shows he’s not my kid.” Jonathan’s voice was calm, almost detached, as if he’d already made peace with it.
Benny frowned, frustrated. ‘Where did it go wrong?‘ he thought. He had been racking his brain the whole way back but still couldn’t figure it out.
‘Could it really be true that the kid is not related to Jonathan? Is my sixth sense wrong? Then where are Michael’s parents?‘ he wondered.
“You’re still in Chicoham, right? We’ll talk when you get back,” he said before hanging up the phone. Jonathan had already left Chicoham and was driving on a quiet highway back to Nareigh.
Teresa was fast asleep, her long hair cascading over half of her delicate profile. Jonathan held her hand, just like he did on their wedding day, while soft music they both loved played in the background. Every now and then, he’d gently squeeze her hand.
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He leaned down and kissed her hand softly. His lips were warm against her skin. Teresa stirred awake, opening her eyes to find Jonathan kissing her hand. She tried to pull her hand away, but he held on firmly
As they reached the toll booth, the large “Nareigh” sign stood out brightly. Jonathan paid the toll, and the car passed through.
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