Chapter 214: Punch!

"What are we going to do about Ms. Natalie’s mother?" Noah asked again. "Are we really going to comply with that man’s threats?"

Justin chuckled. "Let him think he can threaten me. Regardless, that woman dying wouldn’t benefit us, so we’ll play along and let her receive her treatment in peace. Natalie will have plenty of questions for her once she’s well enough to answer them," he replied. "It’s a good thing he’s wary of us when it comes to her mother. At least we know one of his weaknesses."

Noah hummed in agreement before adding, "Mr. James Harper is planning to come to Imperial City soon. I believe it’s to announce you as the global CEO of Harper Group. Once that happens, everyone here will know who you are."

Justin nodded. "I’m aware. Perhaps it’s not a bad time to reveal myself. Once they know who Natalie’s husband is, they’ll think twice before coming after her."

"But Ms. Natalie still doesn’t know you’re Aiden Hendrix, as per what that man said."

"I’ll explain everything to her soon—once I know the full story myself."

"That man and Ms Natalie’s mother, is going to stay here for a while. What if Mr James Harper comes across Natalie’s mother? Ms Natalie is yet to be aware of who she is."

"That’s for my father and that woman to worry about," Justin replied curtly. "Their personal matters are not mine to meddle in. My only concern is Natalie. What others do is none of my business."

Noah stayed quiet, realizing just how much Justin’s world now revolved around Natalie. What worried Noah was- When a powerful man like his boss got obsessed with a woman, the end was never a good one. Whether she was a good thing or a potential problem for him, only time would tell.

"Sir, the doctor you requested is here," a hospital staff member said, interrupting their conversation.

Justin and Noah followed the hospital staff to the doctor’s office. Inside, a cosmetic surgeon awaited them.

"I want to confirm if I’ve ever had any cosmetic surgery on my chest," Justin said, his tone steady but firm.

The doctor looked puzzled, as though it was odd for someone not to know about their own surgical history. Nonetheless, he nodded and gestured for Justin to proceed. "Please show me the area you’re referring to."

Justin unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the left side of his chest. The skin was flawless, with no visible marks of any procedure or tattoo.

The doctor carefully examined the area before speaking. "It’s almost imperceptible, but I can confirm that this area has indeed undergone a procedure. The person who performed it was exceptionally skilled—so much so that no one would realize it without a close, professional examination."

"Can you estimate the timeline?" Justin asked.

"That’s difficult to pinpoint precisely," the doctor admitted. "However, I’d estimate a minimum of ten years ago. The healing is flawless, suggesting it’s been a long time. Alternatively, you might have been quite young at the time, as surgical scars tend to heal better in children as they grow."

Justin’s expression darkened slightly at the information. He buttoned his shirt, stood, and said, "Thank you."

Without waiting further, he left the office, with Noah quickly following behind.

"Noah," Justin began as they walked, "I want our people to dig up every possible detail about my life from the time I was ten, starting from when James Harper saved me. I want to know every treatment I went through, including whether any cosmetic surgery was performed and what kind of tattoo it was. Don’t rely on the information we’ve trusted all these years—it’s likely been manipulated."

"Yes, Mr. Harper," Noah replied. "Every person who was involved in your treatment back then, will be questioned until we get satisfactory answer."

"Have you sent our people to investigate Aiden Shaw?" Justin asked, his tone sharp.

"Yes, they’re already on it," Noah replied. "We’ll uncover where he came from and how he met Caryn Ford. We’ll find every single connection he has with you. But we haven’t been able to obtain a DNA sample to match him with you. That man is so careful, we can’t even get a strand of his hair without him noticing."

"Don’t worry," Justin said as he dialed a number. When the call connected, he said, "I want to meet you right away."

"Not now," Aiden Shaw replied curtly. "I’m accompanying her for her treatment."

"It won’t take long," Justin countered. "Either you come here, or I bring Natalie to greet her mother."

"She can’t walk, and you—"

"I’ve carried her plenty of times. Trust me, she’s not heavy at all," Justin interrupted. "You’ve got five minutes. Meet me at the north end of the corridor," he finished, hanging up before Aiden could respond.

Justin stood waiting on the balcony at the north end of the long hospital corridor. Soon enough, Aiden Shaw arrived, his expression calm and composed, though Justin could sense the anger simmering beneath the surface.

Justin wondered.

"What’s the matter?" Aiden asked, his tone clipped. "Make it quick."

"Sure," Justin said, walking toward him.

A powerful blow landed on Aiden Shaw’s face, forcing him to step back and brace himself against the railing of the gallery. His glare sharpened, and he moved as if to retaliate, but Justin cut him off.

"Relax, older brother. I’m not here to fight," Justin said coldly.

Leo, who had witnessed the scene, began to step forward, but Noah blocked him, his expression firm. "Don’t meddle in," he said calmly, but there was hint of warning.

Leo glanced at Aiden, waiting for a signal, but Aiden gestured for him to stay put. Leo complied, knowing his boss wasn’t weak. If Aiden remained calm after being punched, it was for a reason.

Aiden stood silently as Justin pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and walked toward him. "I made you bleed, brother. Let me take care of it," Justin said mockingly.