Rebirth of Billionaire's Wife - Chapter 365

Chapter 365: There is something we need to confirm Chapter 365: There is something we need to confirm [Miller Mansion] “Everything seems to be fine now, so I suppose there won’t be any need for more sessions,” Sherlyn said as she and Erna settled on the couch across from each other.

Erna had purposely called Sherlyn over under the pretense of a check-up, but in truth, she wanted to meet with her-not as a doctor this time, but as family.

“I wasn’t able to properly express my gratitude, Dr.

Sherlyn.

If not for your help, I might never have escaped that stagnant state.” For everyone else, it was just an accident that caused her to faint, but for Erna, it had been something far worse.

She had been trapped in memories, reliving the pain of years past.

Waking up had been difficult, but in the end, she did-finally uncovering the truth she had been desperately searching for.

“You really scared all of us, Mrs.

Miller.” “Erna,” she corrected gently.

“You can call me by my name.

Now that we’re family, formality isn’t necessary.” Sherlyn blinked in surprise at the suggestion but then nodded with a shy smile.

As they continued their conversation, the front door opened, and Eveline walked in, pausing when she saw Sherlyn sitting in the living room.

“Aunt Sherlyn!

What a pleasant surprise,” Eveline greeted warmly, moving to sit beside her.

Sherlyn still found it odd to be called ‘Aunt,’ but knowing her relationship with Kaden, she figured she would have to get used to it eventually.

Eveline smirked at Sherlyn’s awkwardness before turning her attention to Erna.

“Mom, is Dad home?” “Not yet, and I don’t think he’ll be coming back this early.” Erna’s tone carried a hint of worry, something both Sherlyn and Eveline immediately picked up on.

“Is something wrong?” Sherlyn asked, keeping in mind Mr.

Miller’s past health issues.

“Certainly not.

He assured me there’s nothing to worry about,” Erna responded, though her dull tone suggested otherwise.

Eveline remained skeptical.

Her father’s spy network had recently been disrupted-just like what happened with Stefan.

Knowing how impatient he could be, he would likely find a way to regain contact with Rick soon enough.

After spending some time together, Sherlyn eventually left the mansion while Erna and Eveline made their way upstairs.

“Mom, how long have Grandpa Blake and Grandpa Gerald known each other?” Eveline asked suddenly as they stopped in the middle of the corridor.

“Long before I was even born,” Erna replied, causing Eveline to furrow her brows in thought.

“And you knew Jedrick wasn’t really their son?” Erna sensed Eveline’s curiosity and nodded, though there was hesitation in her expression.

“I did.

But you know, sometimes people don’t really notice the difference.

He never seemed out of place.

He had the same ocean-blue eyes as Uncle Gerald.” As Erna spoke, Eveline mulled over her words.

She recalled a photograph she had once seen in an old album-baby Jedrick with her grandparents.

Though the resemblance was striking, she had never thought much of it at the time.

Erna watched her daughter spacing out and furrowed her brows.

“Why are you asking all of a sudden?” Snapped out of her thoughts, Eveline quickly masked her expression.

“It’s nothing,” she said, fidgeting slightly before retreating to her room.

But something about her mother’s words nagged at her.

Was she missing something?

Eveline hurried to her cupboard and pulled out a wooden box.

Digging through its contents, she finally found the old photo of Jedrick with his adoptive parents.

Studying it closely, she could see it now-Gerald and Jedrick’s resemblance was undeniable.

Her mother’s words had been true, but her doubts still lingered.

“I need to confirm something,” she murmured before quickly grabbing her phone and dialing Gabriel.

The line barely rang before his voice came through, playful as ever.

“What happened?

Are you already missing me?” “Shut up!” she snapped, her frustration bleeding through her tone.

Gabriel fell silent, momentarily dumbstruck by her outburst.

He instantly refrained from teasing and asked, “What happened?

Why do you sound so distressed?” “There’s something we need to confirm, Gabriel,” Eveline said, bringing a tense silence between them.

“Go on.

I’m all ears,” Gabriel responded, his voice now serious.

Without wasting a second, Eveline told him everything.

“So, you want to visit the foster care where Jedrick was adopted?” Gabriel asked thoughtfully.

“That’s the only way to learn about his past,” Eveline admitted.

Though hesitant, curiosity burned within her, pushing her to dig deeper into Jedrick’s life.

“Okay, if that’s what you want,” Gabriel agreed, only for Eveline to cut in sharply.

“But discreetly,” she added, leaving no room for doubt or argument.

**** Meanwhile, in one of the lavish restaurants in Blookewill, Stefan and Marcus sat waiting for Jedrick.

The scheduled time had long passed, yet there was no sign of him.

“Are you sure we aren’t being fooled, Dad?” Stefan asked cautiously, his gaze shifting to his father.

Marcus frowned.

He had been confident about the meeting, but Jedrick’s delay was beginning to concern him.

“Let me call his assistant,” Marcus said, pulling out his phone to make a call.

However, before the line could ring, their eyes caught sight of two familiar figures approaching them.

“Here they are,” Marcus muttered, ending the call and rising to greet Jedrick.

“Mr.

Denovan,” he said, extending a hand for a handshake.

Stefan’s gaze immediately fell on Rick, who met his eyes with a contemplative look.

There was something guarded in his expression, only confirming Stefan’s suspicions about the last message he had sent him.

“Apologies for the delay, Mr.

Hayes.” Jedrick apologized and took the seat across from them.

His eyes flickered at Stefan’s doubtful gaze, recalling their earlier interaction.

“I wasn’t expecting Mr.

Stefan would join the meeting too.

Now that he is here, let us begin with the purpose of our gathering.

Jedrick maintained his composure, his expression subtle yet suspicious.

Stefan maintained his gaze on the man, as Marcus began discussions regarding the investment Jedrick chose to pursue in his company.

“I considered your desire to obtain the largest share in our company; however, I find myself questioning how I can place my trust in you.

What if there is a motive behind your idea of stepping big?” Marcus asked, gazing intently into Jedrick’s eyes.

He knew the man was cunning and would plot anything at the time of escape.

Jedrick’s lips curled into a tight smile, but there was a flicker of something darker in his eyes.

He leaned forward slightly, his posture careful but confident.

“Trust is a delicate thing, Mr.

Marcus.

But you see, I don’t need your trust to make a wise decision for both of us.” He paused, letting the words linger in the air.

Stefan, still observing from his side of the table, felt the tension stretch thin.

Jedrick’s every movement was calculated, a game of mental chess.

His gaze never left the man across from him, even though the exchange between Marcus and Jedrick had become less about negotiation and more about dominance.

“I find it curious that you would question my intentions now,” Jedrick continued, his voice smooth as silk, though the edge of suspicion was palpable.

“After all, I have made you an offer that could secure your company’s future.

A generous one, by anyone’s standards.

So, tell me, what motive do you suspect?” Marcus didn’t flinch, his eyes never wavering from Jedrick’s.

“When it’s too good to be true, Mr.

Jedrick, one has to wonder what’s hidden beneath the surface.

The more power you stand to gain, the less room there is for trust.

And I’m not in the business of placing my future in the hands of someone who doesn’t even give me the respect of transparency.” Stefan’s jaw tightened as he shifted in his chair.

The air was thick with unspoken accusations, and he was itching to break the tension.

But he held back, watching Jedrick closely, unsure of what game the man was playing.

Jedrick didn’t seem bothered by Marcus’s words; instead, he chuckled softly, as if amused by the challenge.

“Transparency, Mr.

Marcus?

I’ve already laid everything out on the table.

It’s not my fault if your vision doesn’t extend beyond the walls of your own company.” His words were sharp, intended to provoke.

“But perhaps you’re right.

You’ve given me reason to doubt your judgment as well.

Why should I trust you?” Marcus’s gaze darkened, and Stefan could see the beginnings of a storm brewing in the older man’s eyes.

This meeting was starting to go down a path neither of them had expected.

“Enough,” Stefan finally spoke, his voice cold, cutting through the rising tension like a knife.

Both men turned to look at him, surprised by the sudden shift.

“This is a business meeting, not a sparring match.

We’re here to talk numbers, not engage in a battle of egos.” Jedrick’s smile faltered, and for a moment, the calm facade slipped, revealing the smallest crack of irritation.

Stefan could feel it, the underlying challenge between the two men that none of them could fully mask.

But Marcus, ever the professional, nodded curtly.

“Agreed,” Marcus replied.

“Now, let’s return to the numbers.” Jedrick’s expression remained unreadable, but his eyes never stopped flicking between Stefan and Marcus.

It was clear that the seed of distrust had been planted, and whether it would grow into something more dangerous remained to be seen.

The meeting continued, but the subtle war between Jedrick and Marcus was far from over.

The stakes were high, and both men knew that the next move could decide everything.

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