CHAPTER 82: CHAPTER 82: THE CHILD ISN’T HIS

Once Eugene Sterling left, a few people relaxed noticeably.

The tense atmosphere loosened up a bit.

"So you don’t even recognize your own father-in-law?" Hugh Irving teased.

Sophia Lowell drooped her face, looking utterly defeated.

"We rushed into getting our marriage certificate, didn’t even meet everyone..."

Ethan Sinclair hurriedly explained from the side, "I really reminded her thoroughly."

Grandpa Sterling slowly stood up, waved his hand, unconcerned.

"Oh, it’s no big deal! Come on, Grandpa will take you to eat something delicious!"

He was quite happy.

First, his granddaughter-in-law stood up for him.

Then, his son apologized to him.

——

Just as they got into the car, Eugene Sterling sent the photos he secretly took earlier to Zoe Walsh.

[Ask your daughter-in-law if Zane will come home for New Year’s this year.]

[You saw her in person, why don’t you ask yourself?]

[Got scolded, couldn’t bring myself to speak, afraid of scaring her.]

Sitting in her office, Zoe Walsh glanced at the message.

[You, Eugene Sterling, getting scolded in this lifetime?]

Eugene Sterling seemed to have been caught off guard, looking a bit embarrassed.

[Ask her quickly, so I can prepare properly. This blockhead hasn’t come home in years, if this girl can bring him back, it’s worth a couple of scoldings.]

[You’re quite sharp.]

——

Considering Grandpa Sterling’s age, they decided to go for a buffet.

Later, they heard from Hugh Irving that he had a private room at T-Bar, suggesting they go have some fun after dinner.

Grandpa Sterling was interested too, but Sophia Lowell stopped him.

Such an environment might affect his health.

But he insisted stubbornly, saying if he couldn’t go, he wouldn’t get his check-up done.

Helpless, they had to agree.

The eighty-year-old grandpa wanted to go disco dancing.

Ethan Sinclair was driving up front, Corinne Chapman sat in the passenger seat.

Sophia Lowell and Hugh Irving talked to him about precautions from the side.

"Enough already, you youngsters have too many rules, as if we never partied before."

The group laughed heartily as they got out of the car and headed towards the private room.

Standing at the reception desk munching on sunflower seeds, Sean Farrell paused.

He doubted his eyes for a moment, swiftly picked up his phone, took a picture, and sent it to Zane Sterling.

[Did you know your cousin-in-law brought Grandpa out to disco?]

Still working overtime in the office, he chuckled at the photo.

He never thought his usually strict grandpa would be led astray by Sophia Lowell.

[Keep an eye on them.]

Sean Farrell looked at the message, furrowing his brows.

He’s not going to intervene?

In the private room, Hugh Irving also invited a few people over.

The music was turned down a little, they were playing dice, sticking notes on their faces.

They hadn’t drunk much, yet they had torn quite a few paper towels.

Sophia Lowell sat next to Grandpa Sterling, teaching him how to play dice.

Outside the private room door, a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at her, filled with murderous intent.

He clenched his hands tightly, trying to steady his mood.

"President Quinn, why come here, come on, come in for a drink!" A drunken man called out, snapping Henry Quinn from his daze.

"Just getting some air."

The man glanced at him, then looked into the private room. "Wow, your ex-girlfriend, haha..." He chuckled, "Such a heavy taste..."

Henry Quinn threw him a dark look, then returned to his own nearby private room.

Watching him leave, the man peered into the room again, smirking. "Not bad..."

It was past eleven in the evening.

Not wanting Grandpa Sterling to stay too long, Sophia Lowell asked Corinne Chapman to help send him back.

She escorted them to the entrance on the ground floor.

Grandpa Sterling remained interested. "No, I must come again another day."

"Next time we’ll play at home ourselves, it’s too noisy here."

"Don’t trick me now!"

"I won’t trick you, as long as you behave and get checked, once you’re well, I’ll take you to play something else."

"Deal!"

"Deal!"

Sophia Lowell sent him onto the car, gave Corinne Chapman some reminders, and watched them leave.

"Miss Lowell~" An annoying voice called out from behind.

Sophia Lowell felt a chill down her spine and turned, seeing a man who had drunk some alcohol.

She recognized him, often seen hanging out with Henry Quinn.

A pampered young master, living freely and luxuriously.

Sophia Lowell didn’t feel like dealing with him, turned to leave.

"Hey, hey, hey, don’t go!" He moved forward, blocking her path.

"Young Master Gordon, are we that familiar?"

"Miss Lowell, just because you stepped on shit doesn’t mean you can’t walk anymore, right?"

"You’re right, but aren’t you sticking to that shit every day yourself, not bothered by the filth?" She didn’t want to waste words on such a person, directly heading inside.

Young Master Gordon followed politely beside her.

"Indeed, we’ve all kept our distance from him, only because I heard he got married today, there’s a gathering, otherwise, I wouldn’t have come."

"He’s here?"

"Yes, he just peeked at you earlier."

Sophia Lowell stopped, glancing at him sideways.

"What do you want from me?"

Young Master Gordon hesitated, quietly seeking her help. "Wanted to ask you for a favor."

Sophia Lowell, having barely drunk, almost thought she misheard.

She was surprised, why would someone so unrelated seek her help.

In the eyes of this group, Sophia Lowell was nothing more than a wild child born but not raised by parents.

Just relying on her looks, liked by Henry Quinn, given some face.

Now they’ve separated, yet someone still wants to cling to her.

It was truly perplexing.

Because of this, she had to be cautious.

"Does Young Master Gordon have too high an opinion of me?" She sneered, "What could be challenging for Young Master Gordon? You need me to step in."

"I heard Zane Sterling is keeping you..."

Slap!

Before he could finish, Sophia Lowell slapped him hard.

She shook her hand, the palm stinging painfully.

But she still felt she hadn’t performed well enough.

Did this rumor reach here?

She turned and walked away.

"Alright! I won’t mention this!" Young Master Gordon covered his face, continued to block Sophia Lowell, "Listen to me..."

She paused, curious to hear what else he could say.

"Don’t force me to slap you again!"

"I can help you get back at Henry Quinn, but I also have a request, you and Mr. Sterling are close... he has connections at City First Hospital, can you find someone to help me check something?"

"Get back at Henry Quinn? I’m afraid of dirtying my hands, unnecessary!"

She had already moved on from that person.

Moved on from someone who drained her dopamine.

"Take a step back, wouldn’t you want Henry Quinn and Sienna Lawson to split up?" Young Master Gordon, unable to let her leave, held her back.

"No need to back down, a step back and I wouldn’t see or hear them at all!"

She didn’t understand what Young Master Gordon was trying to do, stubbornly blocking her. She didn’t want to get involved, so she avoided him, walking away.

"Sophia, Sienna’s baby might be mine."

Young Master Gordon directly ripped the figurative band-aid off.

"!!"

Sophia Lowell halted, repeatedly pondering his words.

The child isn’t his?

Seeing her stunned, Young Master Gordon pulled her to a corner, afraid others would see.

"This seems to have nothing to do with me, right?"

"True, it’s unrelated to you, you’re better off without Henry Quinn now, undeniably, you don’t need to be troubled by the past. I’m brazenly here today, no matter how you judge me, I accept it. If you can help me investigate, I’ll agree to any terms you set!"

Sophia Lowell chuckled. "They’re already married, you just realized, what, planning to snatch her back?"