Dear Sweetheart novel

Soon, Jeremy arrived with a big medical box.
He was baffled by the sight of the trio in the living room where a woman was crying amidst a suffocating atmosphere.
W-What’s going on?
Rolling up his sleeve to expose his arm, Curtis flatly instructed, “I need to do a DNA test between me and her.”
“A DNA test?” The stunned Jeremy turned toward Sandy, as if he could guess what was going on.
No wonder Curtis told me to bring my equipment.
Opening the big medical box, Jeremy retrieved a machine with a thirteen-inch screen that looked like a computer. The moment he turned it on, it revealed a complicated setting.
“Put a drop of blood here.” Jeremy pointed to a silver plate on the machine before handing Curtis and Sandy needles to collect their blood with.
A DNA test at the hospital usually required three days. Even those with the best equipment still needed five hours to complete the process. Compared to them, Jeremy’s machine was different.
He had spent five years together with the researchers in Loang to invent it. With just a single drop of blood, the machine could instantly analyze a person’s health condition and propose a corresponding treatment plan.
In consideration of their service to Loang and many other factors, the Loang government had all the researchers sign a non-disclosure agreement. Therefore, other than research facilities, only militaries were in possession of the machine.
With an emotionless face, Curtis drew a drop of blood and put it on top of the plate.
Sandy hesitated for a while before stepping back while giving Curtis a teary-eyed look. “Forget it. There’s no point in testing, as you’re not my son anyway.”

“We’ll know for sure once the test is done,” Curtis replied coldly as he grabbed Sandy’s hand. As he shot Jeremy a glance, the latter took Sandy’s blood without a moment of delay.
Once the blood was dropped onto the silver plate, the dark screen came alive a few seconds later. Rows of Anglandurn words populated it rapidly before finally coming to a stop.
After going through the data, Jeremy turned to face Curtis. “Both of you have a DNA match of ninety-eight percent—she’s related to you by blood.”
With her shoulders trembling, tears flowed down Sandy’s face.
In contrast to her, Curtis stood there without a change in emotion.
While consoling Sandy, Alfred turned toward Curtis and lamented, “Curtis, I know what you’ve learned today is a lot to take in, and the fault is very much mine. Having said that, she’s your real mother and has sacrificed a lot for you. I hope that you’ll respect and acknowledge her.”
“I’m not a ball that either of you can kick around.” Curtis wasn’t mad, for he had always dealt with problems with calm. It was just that the frostiness he exuded was often mistaken as hostility by others.
Giving Alfred a cold stare, he continued, “You claim that this is for my own good, while she tells me that she has sacrificed a lot for me. However, none of you have ever given me the right to the truth. All this while, I have always assumed that I was an adopted orphan. To repay my debt of gratitude toward the Faymon family, I was willing to sacrifice my life. The reason I tried to investigate my origins was to find out why I was abandoned and to see if there was some sort of misunderstanding. But now, you end up telling me such an outrageous story.”
The person he had addressed as “father” for twenty years turned out to be his biological grandfather, making him a true descendant of the Faymon family.
When he had the Terblanc family investigated together with Jefferson’s origins, he even mocked and pitied the latter for it. Little did he expect his circumstances to be worst than Jefferson’s.
At that moment, it dawned upon him why Rayna had broken up with him in tears. Her knowledge of the truth was probably the reason for her decisiveness.
She must have known that Jefferson and I are brothers of the same mother. What a joke!
Alfred murmured, “Curtis…”
“You’re right. Now that your daughter-in-law has returned after a twenty-year disappearance, you should be consoling her.” A mocking smile flashed across Curtis’ face before he turned and left.
The moment Jeremy regained his senses, he quickly packed up and ran after Curtis.
With the latter brimming with hostility, Jeremy didn’t dare approach him. All he could do was quietly keep his distance until both of them were sent to Faymon Group.
Upon their arrival, Curtis alighted from the car and ordered the driver to take Jeremy back. With an indifferent expression, he reassured Jeremy, “There’s no need to follow me. This revelation doesn’t affect me in any way.”
Nodding in acknowledgment, Jeremy couldn’t help but comment, “I seemed to have seen her somewhere before…”
“Her name is Sandy Verlice.”
“What?” The shocked Jeremy raised his head to look at Curtis. “I-Isn’t she—”
“Kenneth’s second wife and also Dorothy’s mother.” Curtis’ tone was devoid of emotions as if he wasn’t involved in the matter. “Previously, she was married to Boniel Terblanc, Jefferson’s father.”
With that, Curtis turned and left.
As the shocked Jeremy remained in the car, he stared blankly at Curtis’ leaving silhouette.