A Vengeful Ex-Wife novel Chapter 358

Instead of going back to his manor, James drove them to his grandparents' home.

In the villa

Augustine said, "I have told you that Bob would use your surname. You didn't pay attention to such details yourself. Are you blaming me now?"

James' expression hardened into a stony mask. Of course, who could he blame but Augustine? His eyesight was so poor that he couldn't recognize his own son at first glance.

With a slow shake of her head, Charlotte added, "Like I said before, he looks exactly like you when you were a child." She dropped hints for him a long time ago, but he failed to pick up on them for some reason. Was it her fault?

Their words stung like needles. James frowned and pressed his lips into a thin line. A lot of people bore resemblance to him, and it wasn't something particularly notable for him. How could he suspect Bob's identity on that basis alone?

His eyes swept over the room's occupants and rested on Maria's face.

She had already said her piece, but she still added, "I asked Bob to call you his dad, but you didn't agree."

Her audacity rendered James speechless.

Later, he called up Cooper, who simply threw back the blame on him. "I asked you to have another baby as soon as possible. Why did I stress 'another' back then? Because you already have Bob."

James couldn't believe how stupid he had been all along.

His entire family had lied to his face, and he had nothing to say to them. He was silent on the drive back to his manor.

His terrible mood was not lost on Maria, who was sitting in the back with Bob. In a soft voice, she comforted him, "Your parents still don't know that they have a grandson."

James still did not respond.

His prolonged silence was starting to make Maria embarrassed. With a roll of her eyes, she decided to ignore him.

All of Bob's food and clothes had been dropped off at the manor. Maria quickly prepared some formula milk for him. The little boy soon fell asleep after emptying the bottle.

As they sat in front of each other in the study afterwards, the tension in the air was so thick that it could be cut by a knife.

"So...you're admitting that Bob is my son." It was not a question. The flatness in his voice was intimidating.

"No, I'm not." She knew exactly what he was after, so her denial was immediate even if he already knew the truth.

With a solemn face, James opened the drawer next to him and took out a manila folder. Then, he walked up to her and threw it at her. "Take a good look."

He leaned against the desk right in front of her and stared down at her, his sharp eyes not missing any expression that crossed her face.

Hesitatingly, Maria opened the folder and found two sheets of paper in it.

As she quickly scanned through the content, her face changed.

Maria placed the document back into the folder and asked, "When did you start suspecting it?" She racked her brains, trying to identify the exact moment when she slipped up and gave away the secret she had kept for so long.

"A long time ago. Bob's blood type was particularly telling."

Maria stared at him, confusion written on her face. 'I know that Bob's blood type was a rare one, Rh negative, but how did he find out?'

"Bob had a high fever last time," he explained kindly, as if answering her unvoiced question.

Her eyes widened at his words. 'He's known the truth since that time?'

She vaguely recalled how odd his expression was when he stood in the corridor of the hospital and looked at the examination results. As it turned out, he had begun to suspect Bob's identity since then.

"But when did your suspicion get confirmed?"

"I was almost 100% sure that time." The only thing he needed to eliminate all doubts was a paternity test. After all, he knew that Maria would deny it.

"Why did you take Ethan to your grandparents' home?" "Ethan may look frivolous on the outside, but he knows his stuff when it comes to business." Sure enough, Ethan did not disappoint him.