The lost heiress never forgiven

Chapter 452 The Bloodline Question

13 ERP CHINE

The houer was silent for a long while before the door finally opened. It was his uncle, Chandler.

Seeing Jolmathan standing there, covered in snow, Chandler’s expression shifted–complicated and unreadable. After a momem, he sighed.

Came in

He stepped aside to let Johnathan through.

Johnathan brushed the snow from his coat and stepped into the house.

It was a typical house with a garden. What surprised him was that only his uncle and grandfather lived here. Not even a single housekeeper.

Chandler poured him a glass of water and said, “Keep your voice down. Don’t wake your grandfather.”

“Why did you move out here?”

Johnathan didn’t bother asking why they hadn’t told him.

But he couldn’t hide his surprise. The town was so remote—he never would’ve guessed they’d ended up here if he hadn’t gotten the address from someone.

Chandler adjusted his glasses and replied, “There’s a hot spring here. It’s good for your grandfather’s health. That’s why we settled down.”

Johnathan glanced at Chandler, not sure if he believed it or not.

He didn’t say anything more. The room fell silent again, the air thick and uncomfortable.

Chandler shifted, clearly uneasy. He gave a small cough and asked,

“How did you find us?”

“I went to the address I’ve been sending things to every year.”

Johnathan’s voice was flat.

looked like he was kicking himself for not making sure

react. He’d known for a long time that

glance at Johnathan, and only relaxed a little when he saw

this time, Johnathan

today to

1/3

The

expression shifted, but he still answered,

What really

Johnathan asked directly.

Chandler’s face darkened.

one who knows that best. Why

gave a small, bitter

25 Free Calls

Otherwise, how could you be this cold? And Grandfather. too. It’s like the moment my mother died, we stopped having anything to do

went pale. Panic flickered in

don’t know anything about any of that! It’s late. Go get some rest. I’ll get a room ready

to flee–but Johnathan

“Who was my mother?”

question hit like a thunderclap. Chandler visibly flinched. After a long pause,

shoved past Johnathan and disappeared

wasn’t doing much

been part speculation, part test. And now… they seemed

What a joke.

he’d loved most in the world—his mother—might not even

Then who was?

through

That couldn’t

his head,