Chapter <b>628 </b>


    Damon nced at Brandon coolly as he replied, “You’re not seeing things. This is my son.”


    “Your son?! Since when did you have a kid this old?!” Brandon eximed.


    He stared at Mason in shock before his gaze shifted to N. His brow furrowed as he suddenly recognized her. “Wait… you are… N Jayston?!”


    Brandon had only met N a few times before. Since he wasn’t great with faces, he hadn’t formed much of an impression of her, especially after learning that she had fallen into the sea.


    If it weren’t for the fact that N was Vrie’s close friend–and he had been pursuing Vrie for five years, knowing she visited N’s grave every year on her birthday–he probably would have forgotten about herpletely.


    N was surprised he remembered her and smiled. “Hello, Mr. Brandon.”


    “Hello, hello!” Brandon replied, but as he spoke, a realization struck him.


    His eyes widened as he turned to look at Damon. It took him a moment to recover. “Uncle Damon, you really kept this under wraps!”


    They had all believed N was dead. Who would have guessed that Damon not only knew she was alive but also had a child with her?


    Judging by the boy’s age, he had to be four or five years old.


    Damon frowned, his voice cold. “It’s not what you think. I’ll exin everythingter. And her name is N Kinsey now.<i>” </i>


    Brandon nodded with a teasing grin. “Whether she’s N Jayston or N Kinsey, she’s still my Aunt N!” N frowned and was about to rify, but Damon interrupted, looking at her, “Why don’t you take Buddy upstairs for some rest? I need to have a word with him.”


    Sensing they needed to discuss serious matters, N picked up Mason. “Alright.”


    As she walked away, she figured Damon would eventually exin the misunderstanding to Brandon.


    Once N and Mason disappeared around the corner of the second floor, Brandon flopped onto a nearby sofa, wearing a mischievous look as he eyed Damon.


    “Uncle Damon, when did you find out she was still alive? And why didn’t you tell me?” he asked. Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    Damonzily looked up. “My personal business doesn’t need reporting to you. And there’s nothing between us, so don’t go around calling her that.”


    Brandon didn’t buy it, not for a second. Nothing between them? The kid was already so big. Yeah, right.


    “By the way, what brings you here tonight?” Damon asked.


    Brandon smacked his thigh, almost forgetting the reason for his visit. “I was just at the hospital. rk and Cyrus are nning to use Grandpa’s copse to tarnish your name.”


    Damon let out a coldugh. “That’s all they’re capable of.”


    To Damon, those two were nothing more than clowns–he never took them seriously.


    Brandon frowned as he said, “Still, if this gets out, it could cause trouble for you.”


    Damon remained calm and replied, “Let them. I don’t care.”


    “Uncle Damon, you might not care, but the shareholders of the Sumner Group do,” Brandon remarked.


    He was worried. If this situation spiraled out of control, the shareholders, who were already dissatisfie with Damon, could use it against him.


    Damon looked at him and asked, “So, what do you think we should do?”


    Brandon thought for a moment and suggested, “Why don’t we get ahead of it and reveal the truth ourselves?”


    “They aren’t important enough for me to act personally. Let them have their moment. When they realize they’ll never get their hands on the Sumner Group, they’ll fall in line,” Damon said. “As for their attempt to smear me, it’ll just backfire and make them look foolish.”