Chapter 461 Your Darling Daughter


    Felix stood outside, staring in disbelief at the fleet of luxurious cars lined up in front of the preschool.


    Who in their right mind could possibly have more power and wealth than myself?


    The bodyguard stepped forward and opened the car door, and when Jonathan emerged, Felix. waspletely taken aback. The other children were just as stunned.


    None of them had ever seen Jonathan’s father before. Could this be Jon’s dad?


    “How much do you think Jonathan spent on renting that car?” Felix asked skeptically, his tone filled with arrogance.


    Dante, who had been standing nearby, yawned. “You probably don’t know this yet, but Jonathan’s about to marry into the Sinir family with my aunt. He’ll be the direct great–grandson of the Sinirs.”


    In truth, Jonathan had once confided in George, admitting he wasn’t actually his great–grandson. But just like Zachary, George stubbornly believed otherwise. George had even mentioned changing Jonathan’sst name soon, preparing to make their rtionship official to the world.


    He had been ready to release a public announcement, but Jonathan managed to stop him, not wanting to deceive the kind old man. He figured he would exin everythingter. If it came to it, they could always do a DNA test.


    For now, only the Kennedy family and a few trusted individuals knew the truth about Jonathan’s connection to George.


    “The direct great–grandson of the Sinir family?” Felix asked in disbelief.


    When ss started, Felix couldn’t resist whispering to Jonathan, “Jonathan, is Old Mr. Sinir really your biological great–grandpa?”


    In the past, Felix had often visited the Sinir Manor with Niel, and he had be well. acquainted with George.


    “Remember thest time the Rainsworth family had their engagement party, and I went with the Sinirs? Did you forget?” Jonathan answered with a question of his own, rather than responding directly.


    Felix thought back and remembered. At the engagement party for Nichs and Cassandra, Jonathan had indeed been there, standing right next to George.


    “You’re so mean! You didn’t even bother to tell me,” Felix muttered, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over him. The Sinirs were just as wealthy and influential as the Rainsworth family, if not more. All this time, Felix had been showing off in front of Jonathan, and now he felt utterly humiliated.


    “Are we still friends?” Felix asked, his tone a little softer, seeking reassurance.


    Jonathan watched Felix’s innocent demeanor, wondering if he would still want to be friends if he knew the full truth–that Jonathan was the great–grandson of the Rainsworth family, not a Sinir by blood.


    “Pay attention to the ss,” Jonathan said, avoiding the question as he turned his focus to the ckboard.


    Felix felt wronged. “Hmph, if you’re going to ignore me, then I’ll ignore you too.”


    He couldn’t help but think that as long as his two uncles didn’t have children, he would still be the most cherished member of the Rainsworth family, far better off than he would ever be in the Sinir family.


    Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Pa and Ralph returned home, their faces filled with worry.


    “How did that little rascal get hold of insider information?” Ralph wondered aloud, still baffled by what had transpired earlier.


    Pa shook her head. “Who knows? Maybe an adult fed him the information,” she replied, her voiceced with irritation.


    “I felt like I’d seen that child somewhere before,” Pa mused again, still trying to ce the familiarity.


    Ralph’s patience wore thin. He found it incredibly annoying when Pa brought up her sense of recognition regarding the child. “I think he just dislikes you and is trying to make trouble. I’m heading to the office. You can head back on your own.”


    With that, Ralph left, having someone else escort Pa home.Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    As Pa reflected on the day’s events and Ralph’s parting words, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was right. The look on the child’s face had been one of clear disdain for her.


    Once she finally arrived home, exhausted, she copsed onto the couch.


    Momentster, Cassandra, who had just been discharged from the hospital, descended the stairs, her face pale. “Mom, how did your meeting with Cecilia go yesterday?” she asked, her voice t but inquisitive.


    Pa hesitated, the truth lingering on her tongue but unwilling to be spoken. Cassandra, noticing her mother’s hesitation, didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she tossed a file across the room. “Take a look at this. Your darling daughter,” Cassandra said, her voice sharp and full of disdain.