Chapter 312
Toby stopped drumming his fingers on the table. The more he thought about it, the more possible his
hypothesis seemed. There’d be no other way to exin why they came up with a fake ‘Rina’; they
couldn’t have done it just tofort Titus and Julia, right?
At that thought, Toby looked up at Tom. “I want you to delete everything that you’ve found. Apart from
that, I also want you to erase all traces in ces that Taylor has ever been. Most importantly, I want
you to ensure that all of the DNA samples that Zane has left in the hospitals and rediting bodies are
still present.”
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Although Zane had done his work on covering up Taylor’s identity, there was still a chance that
someone would suspect that Taylor wasn’t actually Rina. If Tom’s research was able to indicate that
Rina wasn’t actually who she imed to be, then other people would be able to do the same thing. All
Toby could do was to ensure that he helped Sonia and Zane conceal Taylor’s identity—at least others
wouldn’t be able to easily find out about the truth. Tom naturally understood Toby’s intentions, so he
nodded and went off to get it done without any protests.
In the next few days, the news of Sonia and Tina began to die down on the Inte—only a few media
sites continued to report about it. They weren’t celebrities after all, so the hype surrounding them died
down after a while. One day, Sonia and Carl were discussing a trip to watch a show in Norfolk when
Sonia’s phone began to ring. It was a call from the police.
“Hello.” Sonia picked the call up.
“Miss Reed, the date for Tina’s court hearing has been set. It will be at 2.00PM tomorrow. You’re
required to be present as the intiff for tomorrow’s case,” the officer said.
Sonia nodded her head solemnly. “Alright. I’ll be there on time.” She lowered her phone after she
ended the call.
Carl gazed at her. “What is it, Sonia?”
“Tina’s court hearing has been fixed at 2.00PM tomorrow.” Sonia chucked her phone onto her desk as
she spoke.
A hint of darkness shed in Carl’s gaze before he put on a smile. “That’s great. I’ll go with you
tomorrow.”
“Okay,” Sonia said with a nod.
“President Reed.” Daphne knocked on the door before she walked in. Both Sonia and Carl shifted their
focus onto her. “What is it?” Sonia asked.
Daphne stood outside the door without entering. “I’ve already made an appointment for the overseas
hospital that you told me to contact. They asked when you’re avable to go there.”
“What hospital is this, Sonia? Are you sick?” Carl’s expression changed a little as he hastily scanned
Sonia with his eyes.
Sonia smiled. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. I got Daphne to make an appointment for me with a gynecologist.”
She turned back to Daphne. “I got it. I’m nning to go there this Saturday night.” It was Wednesday
then, and Sonia was nning to watch Carl’s show at Norfolk on Friday. I’ll leave the country to have
the surgery on Saturday, and then I’lle back on Sunday. I have just enough time for everything,
she thought.
“Alright. I’ll get back to them now.” Daphne nodded before she shut the door and walked off. Carl
lowered his gaze to look at Sonia’s belly. “Sonia, are you going overseas to do a checkup, or…”
“I’m going overseas to abort the child.” Sonia rubbed her belly as she responded to Carl with a nk
expression. “After what Tina tried to make Tim do to me, I’m a little reluctant to have the surgery in the
country, so I decided to do it overseas. I had already obtained my visa a while ago, but I haven’t had
the chance to do it as I was too busy. I’m three months pregnant now, and I can’t dy it any longer. It’ll
be harder to get an abortion if I wait anymore.” That was only one of the reasons, of course. Sonia’s
other reason was that she was afraid she would develop feelings for the baby. She was worried that
she wouldn’t have the heart to remove the fetus once her motherly instincts kicked in.
Carl’s pupils shrank a little after he heard what Sonia had to say. A hint of regret shed in his eyes,
but it quickly disappeared as he lowered his gaze and forced himself to put on a kind smile. “I’ll go with
you, then.”
“It’s fine. Didn’t you say that you have to attend a recording for some entertainment program the day
after your show at Norfolk? I’m going on a Saturday, so you wouldn’t have time to go with me. You
should focus on your work. Charles will be with me.” Sonia patted Carl’s shoulder.
Carl feigned disappointment by letting out a long sigh. “Okay then.” Sonia giggled when she saw the
look on his face—he looked like a child who couldn’t get his favorite candy. She then pulled her drawer
open to make him a cup of peppermint tea. “Don’t get all pouty. Drink this. It’s your favorite drink.”
When Carl saw the fresh-smelling peppermint tea in front of him, his gaze dimmed for a second before
he spread his lips into a smile. “Thanks, Sonia. You know me the best.” He devoured the tea with a
pleasant look on his face. However, he was the only one who knew how unhappy he was at that
moment—he hated drinking peppermint tea. The one who likes peppermint tea is Toby, not me! But I
can’t tell Sonia any of this. I can’t even imagine how she’d react if she found out that I’m mimicking
Toby. It’ll probably change her impression of me. I’d lose my mind if she ever perceived me as some
freak!
After finishing the peppermint tea in his cup, Carl excused himself from the office. Sonia intended to
send him out, but he stopped her from doing so. Once he walked out of her office and shut the door
behind him, the smile on his face gradually faded and was reced by an icy, heartless expression.
He walked to the elevator and pressed on the button to go down before he stepped to the side, where
there was a potted bonsai nt. He bent forward, opened his mouth and stuck a finger down his throat.
The same nk and emotionless expression remained on his face even as he made himself gag. He
threw up all of the peppermint tea that he had just ingested.
After letting all of it out, he finally heaved a sigh as he straightened his back and pulled a handkerchief
out of his pocket. He was about to wipe his lips when he heard a female voice from behind him. “You
just came out of President Reed’s office, right? How would President Reed feel if she found out that
you just vomited all of the drinks you had in her office?” the woman uttered in a spiteful tone.
Carl’s facial muscles twitched a little as he immediately turned around to give the woman a threatening
re. The woman appeared shocked for a moment, but she quickly calmed herself down before letting
out a whistle. “Yo, you scared me with that re! This is the real you, isn’t it?” she said with augh.
“I’ll break your neck if you tell Sonia anything.” Carl tightened his grip on his handkerchief as he hissed
at the woman.
Reba twirled her hair yfully. “I’m terrified,” she uttered sarcastically. The corner of Carl’s lips
twitched in annoyance. Terror? I’ve never seen a hint of terror in this woman’s eyes. Well, she’s
someone who has ended human lives with her own hands, so she’s probably not afraid of my threats.
At that moment, Carl felt rather frustrated. He wasn’t in the mood to fool around with her, so he turned
to walk toward the elevator.
“Hold on.” Reba grabbed his arm. “I can promise not to tell President Reed anything, but I want a
few strands of your hair.”
“No way!” Carl squinted as he instantly rejected her request.
Sheughed. “I’ll tell Sonia about it, then.”
“Do what you want.” He shot her a scornful re. “Even if you did so, I can just tell her that I vomited
because I wasn’t feeling well. We’ll see who she trusts more—you or me.”
“But…” Reba was speechless for a moment. Of course Sonia would trust him more. He met Sonia
before I did.
“Fine. Let’s just say that I miscalcted my acts this time. But I’ll still make sure to get some of your
hair.” Reba stopped fooling around and spoke in a more serious tone. “You’ve already rejected me
twice. Even if one didn’t believe that their birth father had another partner, one would generally feel
curious and would agree to run tests and get evidence. However, judging by how insistent you are, I
can’t help but feel like you’re avoiding something.”
“Is that so? What would I be avoiding?” Carl clenched his fists.
The corner of Reba’s lips curled upward when she noticed his subtle action. “You’re trying to avoid
the truth—that you aren’t actually Ronald’s son. You know that you’re Gordon’s son, don’t you?”