Chapter 729
In the serene Willow Manor stood majestically, an oasis of tranquility far from the bustling
marketce. Its peacefulness was asionally punctuated by the cheerful chirping of birds, making
it an ideal ce for rest and recuperation.
But today was different. Today, theughter of children echoed through the calm air, for Everett had
brought Abigail and Langston home, and with them came joyous noise.
Jonathan had been eagerly awaiting their arrival in the courtyard ever since he heard that his son
was bringing his grandchildren home. Age had softened the once formidable man, and now, the
sight of his offspring''s offspring brought a gentleness and patience to his face that was rarely seen.
"He''s the spitting image of you, Everett! Just look at him!" Jonathan eximed, unable to resist the
urge to scoop his grandson into his arms.
But young Langston was not keen on this grandfather, clutching his sister with one hand and
gripping Everett''s pant leg with the other, refusing to let go.
Everett understood their shyness and didn''t force them to warm up to the Lopez family too quickly.
"Where''s Mom?" Everett asked.
"Ah, she''s in a huff, refusing to see anyone. She''s been in quite the mood these past few days!"
Jonathan said, rubbing his temple at the thought.
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"It''s because you gave Heather to me, isn''t it?"
Everett was sharp, quickly guessing at the root of the problem.
"Yep, it''s just Heather for heaven''s sake. I can''t fathom why she''s making such a fuss! She mes
me for not consulting her!" Jonathan said, lowering his voice, trying to gauge his son''s reaction. "But
your mother has her reasons to worry. She''s afraid Heather might start talking, and that woman is
capable of anything. In her desperation, she might try to drag your mother into it!"
Everett''s lips thinned, and he looked down, deep in thought. "Is it dragging... or is it the truth?"
"See? What has Heather been telling you?" Jonathan''s voice rose with concern. "You can''t believe
her! That''s your mother we''re talking about. She gave birth to you. If even you doubt her, it will
break her heart!"
"I don''t care about the rest. I''m used to Mom''s domineering ways, but she should never haveid a
hand on Dorothy''s mother."
"Your mother, she—"
"You and I both know whether she did or didn''t."
Everett didn''t believe his father waspletely in the dark.
But judging by his mother''s character, she probably wouldn''t have let Jonathan know everything. At
most, she would have given him a curated version of the truth.
"What are you implying?" Jonathan''s brows furrowed as he realized the implications. "Did you bring
the kids here today to confront me?"
"I have nothing to confront you about. I''ve seen the evidence Dorothy has, and I''ve verified
Heather''s words. As for the rest, we''ll see what the court decides."
Jonathan grabbed Everett''s arm before he could leave, looking him in the eye. "What evidence
does Dorothy have? Is she trying to frame your mother? Don''t forget who brought you into this
world, Everett!"
"I haven''t forgotten." That''s why he was standing here today.
"Then tell me, what does Dorothy want?"
Jonathan sensed something was amiss, that things were not as simple as his wife had made them
seem. "Your mother already told me; she just condoned Heather doing it. She wasn''t directly
involved! I''ve reprimanded her for spoiling Heather!"
Everett raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure Mom told you the truth?"
Jonathan was silent; he wasn''t sure.
"Dorothy is filing charges against my mother and Heather for murder. As for the court''s decision, I
won''t interfere. If Mom is indeed innocent, she''ll have to prove it," Everett said, his voice firm and
resolute. "But if she tries to harm Dorothy to cover this up, I won''t stand by and y dumb like you."