Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1730: Truth is naked

Many years ago, during the confrontation between Enzo and the fake Naylani, she had said something so outrageous that it echoed long after the encounter, spoken right in front of Enzo and Old Mrs. Pierson.

"He is not my son, and neither is he yours."

Those were the words Old Mrs. Pierson remembered clearly.

For a while, Enzo tried to pretend he hadn’t heard them. He didn’t want to think about it—he fought hard not to. But eventually, he made a decision.

He didn’t want a paternity test.

To him, Zoren was his son, and no piece of paper would change that. Some might’ve called it noble or heroic, but Old Mrs. Pierson knew the truth:

Her son didn’t want his world to collapse all at once.

Naylani—the love of his life—had already betrayed him in the cruelest way. She tried to kill their son. She hurt him and left him to burn in a fire.

That wasn’t the woman Enzo had fallen in love with. But it had happened. And even if it tore him apart, Enzo made the choice to be a father... and turn his back on his wife.

He still loved her, but he could never forgive her.

But a test result, one that confirmed Zoren wasn’t his son?

That was too terrifying. Not because he feared losing Zoren, but because he feared everything he had believed in—their love, their bond, their life—would be exposed as a lie. He had given Naylani everything. His heart. His soul. His trust.

And he didn’t want to face the possibility that it was all built on a falsehood.

So he didn’t take the test.

But Old Mrs. Pierson did.

of clarity and

with her. But if Naylani had lied, then Enzo deserved

Enzo—who had long convinced himself it didn’t matter—was able to finally breathe when she showed

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paternity test. The paper had yellowed with age, corners slightly crumpled, but

99.9% POSITIVE.

test had been conducted using

constricted slightly, recalling the test result he had received in his

not been

used a strand of Old Mrs. Pierson’s hair. He hadn’t had anything from Enzo to

beside him on the couch. "Renren, I don’t know why results these days get forged so easily. But I’m certain about this one. If you’d like, there are more tests done by

gave the same answer," she added, gesturing to the folder Butler Hubert had retrieved. "That one you’re holding... your father insisted on doing it himself. He wanted to be sure I wasn’t just giving

eyes fixed on the yellowed

was unreadable—a mix of shock, confusion,

become part of him. In fact, it had

believed he never

these results... said

piece of paper, you’d still be part of this family. You’d still be my grandson. And your father would still love you, no differently than he did

aren’t. That would break my heart. And

A lump formed in his throat. Unable to speak,

leaned against him and gave his arm a light slap. "Does a piece of paper decide

the

his son, do their words matter more than

a soft, almost

weren’t—what about your wife and your quadruplets? How are you going to take care of

SLAP!