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.

but she also knew that—for the sake of clarity and peace—someone had to know the truth. So, without telling Enzo, she

back negative, she would keep the truth buried with her. But if Naylani had

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

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

99.9% POSITIVE.

been conducted using samples from both

slightly, recalling the test result he had

had not

Pierson’s hair. He

these days get forged so easily. But I’m certain about this

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

silent, eyes fixed on

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

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

these results...

Pierson gently took his hand. "Even if we didn’t have that piece of paper, you’d still be part of

softened. "Don’t say again that you aren’t. That would break my heart. And I

in his throat. Unable to speak, he simply

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

tone carried the sternness of

his son, do their words matter more than

almost embarrassed laugh.

quadruplets? How are you going to take care of them if all you know is how to run a company? You

SLAP!