NovelEnglishChapter 798 Most of what Jean said was the truth. She just replaced the other woman with herself, blending 5% of falsehood with 95% of truth, making it hard to tell what was real. Moreover, her tearful, heartfelt delivery left Brad at a loss for words.
He also had memories of what happened six years ago. The only thing he couldn't recall was who the woman was. It was primarily because it was nighttime, the hotel was dark due to a power outage, and he couldn't see anything. On top of that, he had been drugged and wasn't in his right mind.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs soon as he'd done the deed, he'd blacked out and was taken away by an ambulance. By the the cto, a month had passed, and his memory was hazy.
However, the details Jean shared matched perfectly with what had happened back then. He vividly remembered trudging into Palace Hotel, drenched from the rain, when Jean, the woman he had longed for, suddenly appeared and dove into his arms like a bird.
After hearing her recount, Brad narrowed his eyes. "I'll look into whether you're telling the truth. You'd better not be lying to me, my dear cousin. Or else..." He left his words hanging and gave Jean a particularly cold stare.
That look sent a shiver down her spine. The way he addressed her made her blood boil. Pointing at his nose, she yelled, "W-What did you just call me? Cousin? Who's your cousin? I don't have a cousin like you! I'm not your cousin- I'm not!" Jean simply couldn't accept this situation. She'd loved Brad for 16 long years since she was 16 years old. She'd given him the best of her youth and her heart. But now, she had to cto terms with the fact that he was her cousin. How could life be so cruel? "Don't callthat! I'm not your cousin!" she shouted hysterically, her earlier confidence completely gone. Jean looked like a wilted plant, drained of all her energy.
Brad ignored her outburst. After hearing what she had to say, he had his bodyguards bring her sheating equipment and a few thick blankets. He had no interestin anything beyond that.
After leaving the basement, he decided to visit the house he had given Jean. Following her
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏminstructions, he opened the drawer.
Sure enough, there it was a clear plastic bag holding a jagged scrap of bedsheet.
It was evident that the sheets had been there for stime. The m bloodstain had darkened to a dull brown: Besides that, the sheets bore the Palace Hotel logo. With a frown, he stared at that uneven scrap of fabric for a while. Had he been wrong about Jean?
In truth, he didn't believe Jean completely. After staring at the sheet for a while he handed it to Cameron and said, "Draw Jean's blood and run a DNA test."
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