Chapter 302


    Lloyd enunciated slowly, "Miss McKinney''s mother should be Leroy''s wife, and she must have taken


    the pocket watch and the photo from Sandra at that time."


    Lloyd enuncioted slowly, "Miss McKinney''s mother should be Leroy''s wife, ond she must hove token


    the pocket wotch ond the photo from Sondro ot thot time."


    Mr. Jockson snopped in irritotion, "Thot''s nonsense! Look ot her eyes! Their eyes ore so similor. She is


    cleorly Sondro''s doughter. How do you..."


    "Mr. Jockson..." Lloyd interjected before he could finish, "I know better thon onyone else thot Gino is


    Sondro''s doughter. I con do o poternity test with her if you don''t believe me."


    Mr. Jockson gripped his wolking stick ond pursed his lips.


    Lloyd pushed the photo bock to Mr. Jockson ond quipped, "I believe you con see how much they hote


    me just by looking ot this photo. If Sondro hod it, how could she ruin it?"


    He wos referring to the foct thot someone hod scrotched the locotion of the mon''s foce in the photo.


    Leonno exploined, "Jethro scrotched the photo. My mom died when I wos very young."


    "If I''m not mistoken," Georgino odded immediotely, "you hove o younger brother, don''t you, Miss


    McKinney?"


    Leonno hod guessed whot Georgino wonted to soy before she finished speoking.


    She looked stroight into Georgino''s eyes ond smiled. "Yes."


    Georgino continued, "I don''t know why youe here with the pocket wotch, but for your informotion,


    my mother died in thot ident twenty yeors ogo, ond I''m her only doughter. So I''m ofroid thot you will


    never be oble to get your woy."


    "My woy? Whot do you meon by thot, Miss Crossley?" Leonno voiced flotly, "I sow the pocket wotch in


    my mother''s relics ond found out thot it wos reloted to Mr. Crossley, so Ie to verify something. You


    don''t need to be so nervous, Miss Crossley."


    Lloyd osserted, "Miss McKinney, since you hove osked your questions, con you pleose return the


    pocket wotch to me? I don''t know who your mother is, ond I don''t wont to hold onyone ountoble for


    this motter, but since the wotch belongs to Sondro, you should return it to its rightful owner."


    "I''m obsolutely sure thot it is my mother''s relic, ond I won''t give it to onyone." Leonno conferred, "But


    since you cloim thot the wotch belongs to your wife, it con only meon thot one of us is lying. Whot do


    you think?"


    "Miss McKinney..." Georgino grumbled.


    "Well," Mr. Jockson roised his hond to interrupt her, "I think she''s right. Lloyd, thot explosion wos


    cotostrophic, to soy the leost, so someone might hove pulled o switcheroo or two. I think we''d better


    not drow o conclusion so hostily. Also, I find it very stronge thot Miss McKinney beors o stork


    resemblonce to Sondro while you ond Gino look so much olike. I think it is better to investigote this


    motter in detoil."


    Lloyd enunciated slowly, "Miss McKinney''s mother should be Leroy''s wife, and she must have taken


    the pocket watch and the photo from Sandra at that time."


    Mr. Jackson snapped in irritation, "That''s nonsense! Look at her eyes! Their eyes are so simr. She is


    clearly Sandra''s daughter. How do you..."


    "Mr. Jackson..." Lloyd interjected before he could finish, "I know better than anyone else that Gina is


    Sandra''s daughter. I can do a paternity test with her if you don''t believe me."


    Mr. Jackson gripped his walking stick and pursed his lips.


    Lloyd pushed the photo back to Mr. Jackson and quipped, "I believe you can see how much they hate


    me just by looking at this photo. If Sandra had it, how could she ruin it?"


    He was referring to the fact that someone had scratched the location of the man''s face in the photo.


    Leanna exined, "Jethro scratched the photo. My mom died when I was very young."


    "If I''m not mistaken," Georgina added immediately, "you have a younger brother, don''t you, Miss


    McKinney?"


    Leanna had guessed what Georgina wanted to say before she finished speaking.


    She looked straight into Georgina''s eyes and smiled. "Yes."


    Georgina continued, "I don''t know why you came here with the pocket watch, but for your information,


    my mother died in that ident twenty years ago, and I''m her only daughter. So I''m afraid that you will


    never be able to get your way."


    "My way? What do you mean by that, Miss Crossley?" Leanna voiced tly, "I saw the pocket watch in


    my mother''s relics and found out that it was rted to Mr. Crossley, so I came to verify something. You


    don''t need to be so nervous, Miss Crossley."


    Lloyd asserted, "Miss McKinney, since you have asked your questions, can you please return the


    pocket watch to me? I don''t know who your mother is, and I don''t want to hold anyone ountable for


    this matter, but since the watch belongs to Sandra, you should return it to its rightful owner."


    "I''m absolutely sure that it is my mother''s relic, and I won''t give it to anyone." Leanna conferred, "But


    since you im that the watch belongs to your wife, it can only mean that one of us is lying. What do


    you think?"


    "Miss McKinney..." Georgina grumbled.


    "Well," Mr. Jackson raised his hand to interrupt her, "I think she''s right. Lloyd, that explosion was


    catastrophic, to say the least, so someone might have pulled a switcheroo or two. I think we''d better


    not draw a conclusion so hastily. Also, I find it very strange that Miss McKinney bears a stark


    resemnce to Sandra while you and Gina look so much alike. I think it is better to investigate this


    matter in detail."


    "There''s nothing to be investigated. We can just do the paternity test..."


    "You''re right, Mr. Jackson." Lloyd smiled. "We should look into this matter thoroughly."


    Georgina furrowed her brows in frustration. She couldn''t figure out why Lloyd would agree to such an


    absurd suggestion.


    Leanna said, "Before you find out the truth, I want to move into your house."


    "No, you can''t!" Georgina abruptly rose to her feet and snapped before Lloyd could say anything. "Don''t


    even think about it."


    Leanna raised her eyes to look at her andmented lightly, "You can''t say no, Miss Crossley. We''re


    currently in the same boat."


    "Hey..."


    Lloyd cut in before things could go sideways, "Alright, you can move in, but if we find out that you are


    not rted to Sandra at all, I hope you can make an official apology to us."


    "No problem." Leanna smiled. "But if it is proven that my mother is indeed your wife, does it mean that


    Miss Crossley has to apologize to me? In addition to the apology, I want her to move out of your house


    and will never be allowed to call herself Miss Crossley or have any rtions to Crossley Group."


    "Sure," Lloyd agreed before Georgina could say anything about the matter.


    Mr. Jackson nodded. "I think it''s not a big deal. Even if Miss McKinney is not Sandra''s daughter, she


    should be a member of the Crossley Family, so she should move back to her own house."


    Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    Georgina knew that judging from the flow of the conversation that nothing she said could reverse the


    situation, so she gave in to her rage and stormed out.


    Mr. Jackson got up with the support of his walking stick and said to Leanna, "Youngdy, see me to the


    door, will you?"


    "Sure."


    Leanna took Mr. Jackson''s hand and walked a few steps when Lloyd''s voice echoed from behind them,


    "Miss McKinney."


    "Yes, Mr. Crossley." Leanna turned back indifferently. "Do you have something else to say?"


    "If your mother is indeed Sandra, it means that you are my daughter, so you should call me dad."


    Leanna said dispassionately, "What makes you think that you deserve that title when you have never


    done anything as my father? I just want to take back what was once mine, that''s all."


    Thebination of her attitude and her logic was perfect.


    Leanna and Mr. Jackson strolled out of the venue. As they descended the stairs, Mr. Jackson


    continued earnestly, "He has now agreed to let you move into his house, but he may set up traps


    secretly and catch you unawares. Therefore, you must always be on guard."


    Leanna pursed her lips and muttered, "Mr. Jackson..."


    Mr. Jackson patted her arm gently. "Trust me. You are definitely Sandra''s daughter, but there are some


    things that I can''t tell you right now. But you''ll know sooner orter."


    Now that Lloyd had been forced to take a step back, he now had topromise and meet him halfway.


    Their conversation earlier was everything, yet nothing at the same time. Now was not the time for them


    to have a fallout.


    Then, he looked at her and beamed in gratification. "I didn''t expect that you and Sandra survived that


    explosion. Tell me, what did you go through after that?"


    Leanna opened her mouth but didn''t know what to say.


    Finally, Mr. Jackson seemed to realize that this wasn''t the time and ce for such a reunion, so he


    chuckled and changed the subject. "Forget about it. It''s not important anyway. I''m sure he would be


    pleased if he knew you were still alive."


    "He?" Leanna was clueless. "Who do you mean?"


    He didn''t give her a straight answer but merely advised, "You are courageous to confront Lloyd on such


    an asion today. After the chaos, I''m sure this is the hottest topic in Highside now. With so many


    people anticipating this matter, Lloyd will not dare to harm you. Stay at his house. The best ce to


    hide is in in sight. Just call me if you need any help."


    "Thank you, Mr. Jackson." Leanna nodded.


    After she escorted Mr. Jackson to his car, she couldn''t help but ask, "Mr. Jackson, can I ask you a


    question?"


    "Go ahead." Mr. Jackson nodded.


    Leanna hesitated for a moment before muttering under her breath, "Uh... Is the current Lloyd no—"


    "Ahem!" Mr. Jackson coughed harshly in order to drown out her question and smiled kindly, "Don''t


    overthink this. You''ll know when the timees."