Chapter 513

“Mom.” Michael leaned toward Teresa, sniffed, and said, “You kind of smell like Mr. Lime.”

“How? We didn’t even sleep in the same bed,” Teresa blurted out. However, as soon as she finished speaking, she felt a bit awkward.

Michael didn’t catch anything weird. He tilted his head and said, “Guess my nose is broken. Should I go see a doctor?”

Teresa chuckled. “No. You’re fine. Just sit back and don’t wiggle around.”

Michael sat in the back seat, still chattering away with his usual curiosity. “Mom, where have you been these past couple of days? Did you go to another wedding party?”

“No. I was staying at a hotel,” Teresa replied.

“What kind of room were you staying in? A presidential suite?” Michael asked.

Teresa didn’t expect him to be so smart. She cleared her throat, skillfully changing the subject. “So, what have you been up to at Miriam’s place these past couple of days?”

Michael said, “We watched Tom and Jerry and Shaun the Sheep.”

Teresa listened as Michael excitedly recounted the fun parts of his cartoons, chiming in occasionally. She had no idea that Jonathan had also just returned to Nareigh, taking a train, and had just arrived at the train station.

After Teresa checked out, the hotel staff tidied up the room and saw a lady’s watch on the bedside table. The manager contacted Jonathan about the watch. He went to retrieve it, planning to return it to Teresa once he was back in Nareigh.

A black Maybach was parked at the entrance of the train station. After Jonathan got in, the driver Keith asked respectfully, “Mr. Lynn, do you want to go to Forlisle Rose Estates?”

“No. Go to Rosary Estates,” Jonathan said.

Keith nodded. “Sure, Mr. Lynn.”

They drove off toward Lavender Avenue, and at the same time, Teresa’s car was on the very same road.

The downtown streets were alive with traffic at night. Jonathan’s car was just two vehicles behind Teresa’s, and neither of them was aware of how close they truly were until the car between them turned right at the intersection.

Keith instantly recognized Teresa’s Porsche and the license plate. He turned to Jonathan and said, “Mr. Lynn, that’s Ms. Johnston’s car ahead.”

Jonathan sat upright, squinting slightly as he peered ahead. Sure enough, it was Teresa’s car. Just as he was about to call her, Keith slammed on the brakes abruptly.

Jonathan frowned slightly, a hint of annoyance flickering across his face.

Keith quickly apologized, “Sorry, Mr. Lynn. A car suddenly pulled onto the sidewalk.”

Jonathan looked over. Teresa’s car was already ahead. The car in the middle had its hazards on, and the driver got out. It was Sanford.

Sanford strolled over to Jonathan’s car. As the window rolled down, he smirked and said, “Oh, sorry about this, Mr. Lynn. My tire just blew out. Cheap cars always give me trouble. How about you spot me some cash so I can get it fixed?”

Keith couldn’t stand it any longer and said, “Who the hell are you? Why should Mr. Lynn give you any money?"

Sanford shot Jonathan a sly grin. “Mr. Lynn and I are-“

“What?” Keith’s patience was wearing thin.

Sanford didn’t finish his words. He smiled and said, “Fine, I’ll call Jennifer. Oh wait, she’s married now. I shouldn’t bother her. Well, guess I have to call Teresa then.”

Jonathan finally said in an indifferent tone, “Give him some money and tell him to fuck off.”

Keith nodded. “Got it, Mr. Lynn.” He tossed some cash from his wallet to Sanford.

Sanford said, “Thank you so much, Mr. Lynn. When Teresa and I get married, I’ll definitely invite you to the wedding.”

Jonathan’s face darkened instantly.

Sanford watched Jonathan’s car disappear down the road, then got back into his own vehicle and drove off.

Teresa arrived home with Michael, who immediately dashed straight to his bed to roll around. Teresa took a moment to tidy up her things. Once she was done, she noticed a message from Sanford.

Sanford: [You better be more careful. Your ex-husband’s car was right behind yours. If I hadn’t stopped him, your son would have been discovered.]

Teresa’s heart skipped a beat. She immediately asked Sanford how he knew about Michael and what exactly he wanted from her.

Sanford: [I saw you pick up that child earlier. Don’t deny it. I saw him holding your hand. I asked Jennifer and she said it’s not your child. Don’t try to fool me. I’ve got just one question. Is Jonathan his dad?]

Teresa: [Does it matter?]

Sanford: [Yeah, it does. I don’t want to raise a kid for someone I hate.]

Teresa thought Sanford was losing his mind. She would never marry him, and she definitely wouldn’t let a man like Sanford be Michael’s father. Therefore, no matter who the dad was, it wasn’t Sanford’s business.