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“Zeke, if you… If you don’t believe it, I’ll prove it to you!” Jesse tugged at Melissa’s sleeve, urging her to sit down
and eat, but she ignored it and insisted on going into the room to rummage through the cabinets. Soon, she held a
thin birth certificate in her hand and placed it in front of Zuko.
“Look, this is Lina’s birth certificate!” Melissa’s voice trembled as she pointed at the name on it. “Father: Jesse
Jenner, Mother: Melissa Jones. What’s wrong with that!? The hospital issued this!”
Zuko quickly stood up. “Auntie, please calm down. I never doubted—”
“Stop listening to Mary’s nonsense!” Melissa trembled as she angrily scolded and returned the birth certificate to
her room, refusing to finish dinner.
After dinner, Zuko made a call to Toph at the entrance of the alley.
“I have a question for you,” he said in a low voice. “How would you react if you had a son, but everyone said he
wasn’t your son?”
“What do you mean, bro?” Toph’s tone rose at the end. “You’re not hoping I’ll be c*ckolded, are you?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtZuko scoffed. “I’m being serious!”
Toph thought for a moment and chuckled. “I might get angry at first and explain to everyone, but I wouldn’t care as
much over time. The truth will reveal itself. Besides, my son is mine, and blood ties cannot be changed. Why should
I panic?”
“But if your son… doesn’t resemble you?”
“Uh, bro, must you put it like that?”
“I’m just saying ‘what if’!”
Toph shrugged, wondering why Zuko did not ask himself that question.
“That’s impossible. Fathers and sons will always have some resemblance! Besides, even though I don’t resemble
our father, I look like our grandfather!”
“Like our grandfather… all puffed up and prickly?” remarked Zuko.
“Bro, our grandfather was handsome when he was young!” Toph smirked. “Anyway, what I mean is children don’t
have to resemble one specific person. Some traits can skip a generation, so there’s no need to care too much
about what others think.”
Yes, that sounded more like a normal person’s mindset. Others could say whatever they wanted, which might the
beginning, but the rumors would eventually debunk themselves as long as one stayed calm.
However, Melissa’s reaction was so intense that it seemed like guilty behavior.
‘Guilty?’
Zuko narrowed his eyes. He turned around and stared at the small house not far away. The living room was lit with
a warm yellow glow, and the TV was probably still on, playing their favorite show currently.
Lina saw that Melissa had not eaten much for dinner and brought a bowl of porridge into the room, somehow
managing to quickly calm the woman.
Melissa came out to cut fruits for the family and peeked her head out toward the entrance of the alley. “Zeke, come
in and have some fruits after your call!”
Zuko responded and was going to walk over, but his feet felt heavy as if weighed down by a thousand pounds.
The family was harmonious, and the scene was too beautiful to disturb. Would his suspicions… be a ticking time
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He took a deep breath, adjusted his expression to a more natural one, and walked in quickly. He met Melissa’s
loving gaze.
“Zeke, I heard your young brother’s here?”
Zuko froze for a moment before he gently nodded. “Um… yes.”
“Then invite him over for a meal! I’ll treat him well!” Melissa couldn’t stop smiling. “By the way, Zeke, what does
your brother like? Write a list tomorrow, and I’ll buy it for him! Also, if he’s staying outside, wouldn’t it be
inconvenient? He can also stay here and share a room with Dave!”
“Auntie, no need for the trouble…”
“It’s not a bother. We’re family! It’s my duty to take care of you all!” Melissa’s smile was genuine, and Zuko was
willing to believe that she was too.
During the time they spent together, Melissa had genuinely been nice to him, not to mention how caring she was
toward Lina. Although she nagged and grumbled like all common housewives, her feelings toward her children were
pure, without any impurities, like a crystal.
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