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.

you, Ella?" Marcus asked, his

lowered her head, shaking it

that," Marcus said with a hint of his usual firmness. He might have been injured,

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 her eyes, slipping down

gently caressing Ella's back. "The day we accepted you, it was with our

sorrow.

Marcus turned his

reached out to you yet?"

he'll bring up the deal soon," she replied, her expression

to Stefan. His sharp eyes studied his

that you're prepared for what comes next. And I believe you'll be

understood the weight of his father's statement, the responsibility that came with it. After a

thing was clear—none of them

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

hasn't tried to call me

it strange as well. Michelle wasn't the type

phone suddenly rang. She glanced down and felt a rush of relief mixed with frustration when she saw Michelle's name

the moment she answered. Her concern

met with silence. That wasn't like Michelle

away, and when she finally

my mind to call you back," she

in concern. "Mom, are you okay? You sound

pause before Michelle replied, "I have a

those words left her lips,