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.

and peace—someone had to know the truth.

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

convinced himself it didn’t matter—was able to

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test. The paper had yellowed with age, corners slightly crumpled, but the results were crystal

99.9% POSITIVE.

using samples from

the test result he had received in his previous

not

Pierson’s hair. He hadn’t had anything from Enzo to

know why results these days get forged so easily. But I’m certain about this one. If you’d like, there

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

fixed on

expression was unreadable—a mix of shock, confusion, and something

hypnosis had brought up everything he once believed. He’d held onto that truth for so long it had become part of him. In fact, it

believed he never belonged in this

results... said

didn’t have that piece of paper, you’d still be part of this family. You’d still be my grandson. And

say again that you aren’t. That would break my heart. And I know Enzo wouldn’t be pleased

lump formed in his throat. Unable to

his arm a light slap. "Does

huffed—gently—but her tone carried the sternness of a

someone else tells you you’re not his son, do their

out a soft, almost embarrassed laugh.

quadruplets? How are you going to take care of them if all you know is how to run a company? You can’t even beg your brother Atlas for a

SLAP!