Rebirth of Billionaire's Wife (Eveline)

Chapter 373 373: Missing piece of bigger puzzle

Erna pursed her lips, her gaze drifting away from his. There had always been lingering doubts—whispers about Jedrick's uncanny resemblance to Uncle Gerald—but she had never dared to voice them. Not to Jonathan. Not to anyone.

Jonathan's chest tightened as he caught the hesitation in her eyes.

"Oh, so you do believe it," he murmured, a tinge of sadness lacing his voice.

Erna exhaled, her fingers curling slightly at her sides. "It's not just me, Jonathan. Even the people around us have mentioned it at times. No one could ever find a difference when they saw Uncle Gerald and Jedrick together. And we… we simply took it as a compliment, just so Jedrick wouldn't feel out of place."

Jonathan's breath hitched. Now that Erna had brought it up, he couldn't ignore the gnawing thought in his own mind. He had never questioned it before—never given much thought to how Jedrick and their father looked nearly identical, while he, on the other hand, bore an undeniable resemblance to their mother.

And now, that small, overlooked detail suddenly felt like the missing piece to a much bigger puzzle.

"But Father… he wouldn't—" Jonathan's voice trembled, his emotions clawing at his chest. The mere thought of it made his stomach churn. His father, the man he had always trusted—could it really be possible?

Yet, as much as he wanted to dismiss the idea, the memory of Jedrick's merciless act gnawed at him. How could a son kill his own father without a flicker of hesitation? The pieces didn't fit, and that uncertainty was tearing him apart.

Erna, seeing the turmoil in his eyes, stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him.

"Relax, Jonathan. It's just a suspicion—we haven't confirmed anything yet. Please don't stress yourself," she whispered, her hands soothingly rubbing his back.

But no matter how gentle her touch was, no matter how reassuring her words sounded, they did little to quiet the storm inside him.

[Hospital—Marcus' Room]

Meanwhile, Ella and Stefan arrived at the hospital to visit Marcus. She had been looking forward to seeing her boss, but after learning the truth behind his accident, shame weighed heavy on her chest.

She couldn't stop apologizing, even though deep down, she knew she wasn't at fault.

Ella?" Marcus

her head, shaking it

than that," Marcus said with a hint of his usual firmness. He might have been injured, but he was still the same determined man—one who refused to let his circumstances define

I feel like… it's because of me. I may never accept him as my father, but his blood still runs in my veins. No matter what, our lives are connected." Tears welled up in

Ella's back. "The day we

Nancy, a small smile breaking through her sorrow. With their support, the burden didn't feel so

they sat together, Marcus

he reached out to you yet?"

assume he'll bring up the

sharp eyes studied

next. And

weight of his father's statement, the responsibility that came with

ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear—none of them

meeting, Ella and Stefan stepped out of the hospital, the cool evening air brushing against them. As

still hasn't tried to call me back," she muttered,

it strange as well. Michelle wasn't the type to

She glanced down and felt a rush of relief mixed with frustration when

nearly scared me with your silence," Ella blurted out the moment she answered. Her concern overpowered

multiple times, only to be met with silence. That wasn't like Michelle at all—and that alone was

speak right away, and when she finally did, something

call you back," she

concern. "Mom,

replied, "I have

those words left