His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 871

“Kane…?”

Jonathan stared at Joker, trying to find some clue in his face.

The surname Kane wasn't particularly rare; Jonathan knew quite a few people with that name. But for a moment, he couldn’t connect any of them to the man standing before him.

He had investigated Joker more than once, but just like when he’d sent Prescott to look into Niamh and was blocked by the Quinn family, Joker’s personal information was tightly guarded by The Vipers' Nest.

As Jonathan studied him, Joker was studying Jonathan right back. He could see that the confusion and bewilderment in Jonathan’s eyes were genuine, not an act.

“Don’t tell me your father never told you?”

At the sudden mention of Sprague, Jonathan’s confused expression hardened into one of vigilance.

Beside him, Niamh couldn’t hide her curiosity. Could Joker actually be connected to the Thomas family?

“My father… did mention one person with the surname Kane,” Jonathan admitted slowly.

A twisted, unsettling smile bloomed on Joker’s face.

“Eleanor Kane… she was your birth mother.”

The words hit like a physical blow. Jonathan’s face paled slightly, while Niamh gasped, completely stunned.

Who was Eleanor Kane? Wasn’t Marigold his birth mother?

Niamh’s bewildered gaze darted between Joker and Jonathan. From what she remembered, Marigold had never acted like a stepmother. Niamh clearly recalled a time before her official divorce from Jonathan when Marigold was hospitalized. Jonathan had been genuinely worried about her health. And while Marigold wasn't overly doting, she was at least concerned with Jonathan’s business affairs.

Jonathan’s eyes became a murky swamp, dark and unreadable. The VIP lounge fell into an eerie silence once more.

Facing Joker, Jonathan remained quiet for a long time before his lips parted. “So, what is your relationship to Eleanor Kane?”

Jonathan took two steps back, putting space between them. “Not at all.”

“Heh!” Joker let out a sardonic laugh.

The revolver was now in Jonathan’s hand. The probability of the next round being a live bullet had just increased significantly.

The air crackled with tension. Up on the viewing gallery, the lieutenants from The Vipers' Nest, the Black Serpents, and the Water Ghosts leaned forward, their necks craned, eagerly waiting to see who would win this deadly game.

With all eyes on him, Jonathan slowly raised his arm. Each time he aimed the gun at Niamh, the struggle and agony were visible in his every move, etched onto his face.

Niamh’s expression was just as tense. She bit down hard on her trembling lower lip.

Just as everyone held their breath, waiting for the outcome of Jonathan’s shot, he suddenly turned his head to Joker and asked, “If what you’re saying is true, then you and I are brothers. Even if we’re half-brothers, we’re still family.”