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.

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

truth buried with her. But if Naylani had lied,

himself it didn’t matter—was able to finally breathe when she showed

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old paternity test. The paper had yellowed

99.9% POSITIVE.

test had been conducted using

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

result had not been the

Mrs. Pierson’s hair. He

Mrs. Pierson let out a slow breath beside him on the couch. "Renren, I don’t know why results these days get forged so easily. But

the folder Butler Hubert had retrieved. "That one you’re holding... your father insisted on

remained silent, eyes fixed on the yellowed

unreadable—a mix of shock, confusion, and something

believed. He’d held onto that truth for so long it had become part of him. In fact, it had been one of the reasons he considered throwing his life away alongside the fake

believed he never belonged

these results...

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

aren’t. That would break my heart. And I know Enzo wouldn’t

formed in his

She leaned against him and gave his arm a light slap.

her tone carried the sternness of a

you’re not his

almost embarrassed

on the back. "Foolish boy. Even if you weren’t—what about your wife and your quadruplets? How are you going to take care of them if

SLAP!