Chapter 216 We Are His Friends!
Branden led Catherine out of the restaurant, ready to get into the car. Aidan and Triston chased after them. Hearing the noise, Branden and Catherine both turned around. Aidan and Triston froze in their tracks, standing there awkwardly, wearing embarrassed smiles.
Catherine glanced at them without saying a word: After all, Branden was still standing beside her. It would be better to let him handle it. Aidan discreetly pulled Tristonâs sleeve, signaling him to speak up.
Tristonâs face darkened, and he shouted. âDamn, I came out with you to find out the gossip about your brother- in-lawâs family.
Now, you should go up and ask her yourself.â His words were full of righteousness, as if he had already mastered the truth in his hands.
Aidanâs eyes almost popped out when he heard this. He never expected to be fooled by Triston again. After not seeing each other for a few years, Triston had become increasingly scheming.
However, Aidan couldnât even express his depression for now. He could only keep calm and swallow his pride. Branden didnât have time to watch the two clowns fooling around. Catherine was tired and wanted to go back to sleep.
The car door opened. Branden led Catherine had hardly got in when two figures rushed over like arrows and sat in the car, one in the front and one in the back.
Triston snatched the passenger seat without any hesitation. Aidan was surprised, wondering, âWhy doesnât this guy want to sit in the back?â
Catherine leaned against the car door, casually looking at Aidan and Triston.
âIf youâre so curious, why donât you investigate it yourselves?â Catherine didnât believe that with the power of the Lamberts and Lanes, they couldnât find the information they needed.
Aidan raised his eyebrows slightly and laughed. âHa, investigate it ourselves? Itâll be much more convenient to ask you, Catherine. But how did you know? Did Mr. Duncan investigate it?â
Brandenâs gaze fell on Catherine. Jameson had always been a cautious person, known for being meticulous in his business dealings. However, Jameson didnât even know that his beloved youngest son wasnât his own. It showed how clever his mistress was. But in that case, how did Catherine realize it?
Although Aidan and Triston couldnât completely figure out Brandenâs thoughts, they could tell from Brandenâs expression that Branden probably had nothing to do with this matter.
All threeâs gaze focused on Catherine. Triston couldnât help but say, Catherine, just do us a favor and tell us the truth!â
Catherine raised an eyebrow, looking at them with a disdainful expression. â Canât you tell that Jameson and Aaron donât look alike at all?â
From when Jameson appeared, she felt he didnât resemble Aaron, especially in certain facial features. Jameson had a big nose, while Aaron had a small one. And Jameson had large earlobes, while Aaron did not.
These were all dominant genetic traits, and although they werenât entirely conclusive, the differences in their facial features were indeed suspicious.
Catherine had instructed Joseph to investigate Jameson and Aaronâs relationship, and surprisingly, she found something.
âI had someone take a blood sample from Aaron while he was undergoing surgery. We compared it to Jamesonâs. And now you all know the results!â
After Catherine finished explaining, Aidan and Triston applauded excitedly. âCatherine, youâre amazing. You are so smart!â
Branden looked at Catherine with a smile in his eyes. She was truly incredible, wasnât she?
Then, Branden slowly raised his head and looked ahead. Paxton felt a familiar sense of pressure behind him, a strong aura surrounding him. He instantly understood his bossâs intention and parked the car to the side, opening the door.
Triston was shocked, looking at Branden in panic. He begged, âMr. Duncan, we donât even have a chance to get a taxi here. Itâs late at night, and itâs so cold...â
Before he could finish, Branden gave him a cold glance. With just one look, Triston trembled and scrambled out of the car.
Aidan didnât understand what was happening and was still a bit confused. He was then kicked out of the car by Branden. Paxton swiftly closed the door after the two got out of the car. The black Bentley disappeared into the darkness.
Aidan held his throbbing thigh, grimacing in pain, cursing in the direction the car had left. âCanât believe Mr. Duncan has become so focused on his woman that heâs abandoning us like this! Weâre his friends!â
Triston coldly eyed Aidan and said disdainfully, âIs this your first day knowing him? If it werenât for Catherine, you wouldnât even have had a chance to get in the car!â
Aidan finally realized that Triston had known all along. No wonder Triston made him sit in the back just now. Triston wanted him to bear the brunt of Brandenâs anger.
âAh, you cunning guy,â Aidan murmured inwardly. âWhere did you learn all these manipulative tricks? I want to learn them too!â
Terrance rushed to the hospital with his wife at night. Jameson immediately stood up as they entered the ward and went to Terranceâs side. âTerrance, how is it? What did Mr. Duncan say?â
Terrance looked at his father with a grim expression. His father, once wise and imposing, was his hero. But now, his father acted like a fool, panicking in the face of disaster.
Terrance replied in a cold tone, âWhat else can I do? Havenât you heard about Mr. Duncanâs temper? Heâs a devil in the business world!â
Jameson had a solemn face filled with helplessness and frustration. Sylvia, who was standing aside, looked disdainful and made sarcastic remarks.
âTsk, tsk, I used to think it was impressive of you to marry a wife with status and influence. But now it seems that sheâs useless!â
When Terrance married his wife, Sylvia was very dissatisfied. In her opinion, Terrance, as the legitimate eldest son, already had a better chance of inheriting. It would be a strong alliance if he were to marry a woman with a powerful family background. Then, when Jameson passed away, there wouldnât be a place for her and her son.
Whenever Sylvia had the chance, she would humiliate Terranceâs wife. Now was no exception. Terranceâs wife became highly embarrassed, but she refrained from taking action due to her noble upbringing and the various social constraints she had been subjected to since childhood.
Seeing his wife being wronged, Terrance quickly comforted her while glaring angrily and dissatisfied at Sylvia.
Sylvia pretended to be flustered, patting her chest and approaching Jameson with a frightened look. âLook at your son. He looks like he wants to kill me. Itâs so scary!â