He's Just Here To Support

Jay Chauhan stopped her. "Let's get out of here."

Veena had no choice but to follow Jay Chauhan out first. She said, "Why won't Aunt believe us? She was the one who—"

"You haven't spent enough time with my parents." Jay Chauhan's dark eyes flashed helplessly. "My mother is unstable, especially when it comes to this. She can never control her emotions. And my father tends to favor my mother."

"Ah? I'm sorry. I spoke too quickly just now. I shouldn't have said it so directly."

"I don't blame you." Jay Chauhan stuffed his hands into his pockets and shrugged slightly. The arrogant and distant aura on his body was much fainter. His long and tall figure was illuminated by the streetlights.

Seeing that he did not speak, Veena did not say anything else. She just stood at the door with him, as if she had a premonition that Jayesh Chauhan would come out again.

To Riya Rathore, this was a huge regret in her life. Wasn't it the same for Jayesh Chauhan and Jay Chauhan?

Sure enough, after standing for a while, the lights in the house did not go out. After a while, Jayesh Chauhan opened the door again. His handsome features were serious as he said, "Give me that thing."

Veena hurriedly handed it to him with both hands.

Jayesh Chauhan took it and closed the door.

He had already calmed Riya Rathore down. Then, he entered Isha's name on the internet and found her photo.

In that photo, Isha's bright smile hit Jayesh Chauhan hard. That was why he turned to open the door and came to ask Jay Chauhan and Veena for the test report.

Jay Chauhan said to Veena, "Go back and rest. They need some time to read the report."

"Yes, yes." Veena also realized that she was useless here.

She and Jay Chauhan walked toward the yard. Jay Chauhan stayed in the room closest to Madam Rathore's courtyard.

As soon as the two of them entered, Kinjal put on her clothes and got up. She smiled and said, "I knew I couldn't sleep. I kept feeling like I was missing something. It turns out that the two of you aren't asleep yet. Do you want some supper? I made dumplings tonight."

"I want to lose weight, Mom. You can ask Cousin if he wants to eat."

"I'm good. Thank you, Aunt."

Kinjal smiled and said, "I heard that you went to the hospital together. I wonder what you're busy with? Since you're not eating, rest early."

Just as she finished speaking, Riya Rathore's cry came from the courtyard. It was long and delicate, and the sound seeped into one's bones, making one unable to help but feel sad.

Kinjal's expression changed slightly. "What happened to Riya?"

Usually, even if Riya Rathore fell ill, she wouldn't make such a loud sound. As a well-mannered young lady, even if Riya Rathore lost control of her emotions, she would not cause too much trouble, let alone cry like this.

Old Madam Rathore also walked down the stairs with the help of the servants. "Jay, what happened to your mother?"

Jay Chauhan said steadily, "Grandma, Aunt, Veena and I did a DNA test report today and found my mother's daughter, who's also my sister."

"This..." Old Madam Rathore was stunned. "Didn't that child die prematurely? Everyone saw it with their own eyes. I was the one who personally arranged for the body to be collected. Your mother couldn't let go of this obsession, but the child wasn't lost. She died. How did a daughter suddenly appear? "

Hans Rathore also got up, put on his pajamas, and came down with Old Madam Rathore.

In the entire Rathore family, Riya Rathore used to be everyone's little princess and received the most love.

Until now, this situation had not changed. If anything happened to Riya Rathore, no one could continue to sleep peacefully.

"If she's really alive, who is she?" Kinjal also found it difficult to believe.

"It's Isha Sharma."

"Isha Sharma?" Everyone was shocked.

It wasn't that they dared not believe it but that they could not believe it.

Previously, Isha was brought back and claimed to be Sunaina Rathore's daughter. Hence, at this moment, no one dared to accept the fact that she was Riya Rathore's daughter.

Old Madam Rathore was extremely anxious. Her old eyes were filled with shock. "Tell me quickly, what exactly happened?"

"Previously, my mother accidentally met Isha and fell ill. She kept pulling her and saying that she was her daughter. At that time, I mistakenly thought that she was referring to the panda hat Isha was wearing, so I didn't pay much attention to it. But later, when she saw Isha again, she said such things again and insisted on taking Isha's blood to do a DNA test.

"Initially, Veena and I didn't believe it either, so we didn't take it seriously and we didn't do the test.

"However, Veena's colleague accidentally checked the two blood samples the other day. The results show that Isha is my mother's daughter.

"To confirm, I found Isha's hair again and we ran another test.

"The test results match the results of the first report. Isha is indeed my sister."

Hearing Jay Chauhan's words, although Old Madam Rathore was puzzled, she believed him. "Jay has always been steady. It's impossible for him to lie. Moreover, he supervised the test, so there must be no problem. I've long felt that Isha looked familiar, but I didn't expect the truth to be like this..."

Kinjal also said, "That's right. I had always thought that that child was quite compatible with us. It was just a pity that she was Sunaina Rathore's daughter. If she's really Riya's daughter, that would be great."

Hans Rathore did not say anything. He still had a reserved attitude toward this matter. He looked in the direction of the courtyard and said in a low voice, "So Riya knows about this now?"

"Yes, I think so. We just sent the test report over," Jay Chauhan said calmly with a light in his eyes.

It was said that Riya Rathore had an obsession with that lost child, but it was also the same for Jay Chauhan. His life had always been affected by that sister of his. He felt that his sister had long been a part of his life.

If that was true...

Hans Rathore had always doted on his biological sister. When he heard Riya Rathore's cries, his heart ached as he said, "I'll go over and take a look at Riya."

"Let's go and take a look too." Old Madam Rathore followed Hans Rathore.

The closer they got to the courtyard, the louder the cries, making the entire family's hearts ache.

Veena was the first to knock.

After a long time, Jayesh Chauhan came over to open the door. Because his heart ached for his wife, his eyes were filled with thick emotions. When he saw that it was Old Madam Rathore and the others, he could not refuse and could only invite them in.

With the help of Kinjal and the servants, Old Madam Rathore walked in. Riya Rathore cried and threw herself into her arms. "Mom, I found my daughter! She really didn't die. She's fine, she's fine, she's still alive! Mom, I'm really too happy!"

Old Madam Rathore patted her shoulder. "Alright, alright, we all know."

"Mom, I knew it. She's fine, but no one believed me before..." Riya Rathore acted like a spoiled child in front of Old Madam Rathore.

Children of all ages were inevitably childish in front of their mothers.

Hans Rathore silently went forward to pick up the test report and flipped through it seriously. He did not miss a single detail.

When he finished reading, he stared silently at the faces of Jay Chauhan and Jayesh Chauhan. His face was filled with distrust.

This father and son pair were good to Riya Rathore. They would do anything for her.

As the eldest brother, he had always felt sorry for his biological sister. However, he did not want to fool her with fake things. That would only cure the symptoms but not the root cause.

Kinjal could see through her husband's emotions, and her heart was heavy. However, at this juncture, she couldn't say anything.

Hans Rathore stared fixedly at the Chauhan father and son as if he wanted to spot a clue on their faces.

Jayesh Chauhan did not dodge at all. He looked at Hans Rathore calmly and said, "Isha is my daughter."

"You determined that with just this?" Hans Rathore waved the document in his hand.

"And from the photos I saw of her." Jayesh Chauhan's voice was firm and implacable.

He didn't believe it before, but after seeing Isha's photos, he was swayed. Moreover, this test report was personally handled by Jay Chauhan.

Hans Rathore's gaze turned back to Jay Chauhan.

Jay Chauhan's exceptionally dark eyes were filled with emotions as he nodded slightly. "There's nothing wrong with the test report."

...

It was nighttime.

The entire Rathore family was brightly lit. No one was sleeping, and their expressions were a little solemn.

It was indeed a good thing to be able to find Riya Rathore's daughter, and it was also exciting. However, there was a bigger problem troubling them.

That was, what was the real truth behind that premature child and Isha?

"Back then, there was a problem with that child the moment she was born. Even after rescuing her for a long time, it was useless. In the end, she gradually died in Riya's arms." When Old Madam Rathore thought of this, it was still fresh in her memory. "Then Isha..."

"Where did Isha go at that time? Who took her away? And why?" Kinjal muttered to herself.

These questions, for the moment, could not be answered.

...

Shivam sat in his office chair and listened to Hari's report. A cold expression appeared on his handsome face.

"This is the DNA report between Riya Rathore and Young Madam." Hari made a copy of the content left behind from the hospital.

Jay Chauhan did not intend to hide this matter from Shivam. For Shivam, who already knew the clues, it was easy for him to verify this report.

Shivam flipped through the document until he was sure it was correct.

"I had people follow Jay Chauhan yesterday. He handled the report himself. There should be no problem with it."

"Got it. Off you go."

Hari turned around and left, but he could not help but mutter to himself, "So Young Madam is actually from Chauhan Consortium and the Rathore family. No wonder her temperament is extraordinary. She's in a completely different league from just being the daughter of the Tiwari family."

As for the mighty Rathore family and Chauhan Consortium, they naturally would not casually acknowledge their relatives. This report seemed to be trustworthy.

Shivam narrowed his eyes. Since they had this report, when would the He family come to acknowledge her?

Isha had already been through several families, and each of them had left her with indelible wounds.

And here was another family. Would they bring her warmth against disaster or pose another unknown test for her?

Shivam frowned even more. If the Rathore family and the Chauhan family had problems, he would rather Isha not return to them. She already had a small family of her own. There was no need for her to get herself into trouble for the sake of so-called kinship.

It was impossible to make up for what she had lost when she was young.

Except... did he have the right to deprive her of that?

...

After canceling his afternoon work, Shivam returned home early.

At the door, he handed his coat to the butler who came forward. Shivam pulled off his tie and walked in.

The butler's movements were careful, and his voice was very soft. "Young Master, Young Madam is taking a nap with the little masters.

Shivam automatically lightened his footsteps and strode in.

Abhay and Gungun were both on vacation. During this period, Isha was relatively free and had a lot of time to stay at home. The room smelled sweet. Isha had made a cake for the two little guys.

Shivam approached the big bed. Gungun had placed one foot on the pillow and the other on Isha's stomach. He was sleeping like a little pig.

Abhay lay obediently in Isha's arms with his eyes closed. Even when he was asleep, he looked calm and cold. However, his dependence on Isha was obvious. He was curled up in Isha's direction.

Sensing that someone had come in, Isha opened her eyes lazily and saw Shivam's tall figure.

She had gotten enough sleep. She carefully removed Gungun's small foot and pulled out the arm Abhay was holding. Afraid of waking them, she got up in slow motion.

Seeing this, Shivam smiled warmly and reached out to help move his sons away.

His two sons were sleeping soundly and were not woken up by these movements. Shivam gently put them down and reached out to take Isha.

Her hands were numb. She swung her arms with a smile.

Shivam reached out his palm and massaged her. The two of them left the room together.

"The children have grown up. You don't have to sleep with them." Shivam's heart ached when he saw the red mark on her arm.

"I was putting them to bed, so I decided to read scripts for a while. I didn't expect to fall asleep with them. They didn't mean to rest their heads on me."

"Why are you back at this hour?" Isha glanced out the window. The sun was still high in the sky. "Are you done with your work?"

Shivam nodded slightly. "Yes, I came back to see if the two little guys were too annoying."

"My sons are very obedient. They don't cause any trouble at all," Isha said proudly. "They've been seriously reading since this morning. They're very quiet and obedient."

"Yes. After all, their mother is very quiet and well behaved."

Caught off guard by the compliment, Isha blushed. "There's cake. Want some?"

"Yes." Mr. Pratap, who did not like sweets, nodded seriously.

Isha went to get the cake and only cut a small slice for him. She knew that he just wanted to be supportive, so of course, she wouldn't force him to eat too much of it.

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