Chapter 258 A DNA Comparison to Be Conducted Tomorrow
Upon hearing the news, Jacob sighed deeply, "Indeed, these children bear a striking resemblance to the Gordon lineage. How wonderful it would be if they were indeed my great-grandchildren."
Ebenezer squinted his eyes, studying the affectionate interaction between Aaron and Samantha. He ventured, "Could it be possible that these three children are Aaron's offspring, and yet he remains oblivious to this fact?"
"That's utterly impossible. My grandson is not that kind of man," Jacob defended his grandson with unwavering conviction. He was certain of one thing: his grandson, Keep, was not akin to those reckless playboys who fathered illegitimate children without a second thought.
"Uncle Gordon, I didn't mean to insinuate anything. Sometimes, people are kept in the dark about such matters. Perhaps he's been left unaware as well?" Ebenezer mused, reflecting on his own situation. Who would have thought that at his age, he'd be faced with a young woman who might be his daughter?
Jacob watched as Aaron and Samantha approached from afar, his aging eyes narrowing. An idea suddenly dawned on him. His gaze fell upon the water glasses scattered on the coffee table, and he swiftly made his way towards them.
There was Aaron's used glass, along with the glasses from the three young ones. He would arrange for a DNA comparison the following day. Could there be a miracle in the making?
Meanwhile, at the Brown residence, Nora had just finished treating Hollis and was about to depart when Hollis extended an invitation for dinner.
"Nora, why don't you stay for dinner before you leave?" Hollis suggested.
Nora hesitated, her lips parting as if to decline.
Quinn looped her arm through Nora's, "Yes, Nora, stay and sample my culinary prowess."
Nora blinked in surprise, "You prepared dinner?"
She remembered Quinn's perpetually empty refrigerator at home and doubted her cooking abilities.
"Yes," Quinn nodded confidently, without a trace of deception.
Baldwin watched as Quinn maintained her composure while telling this harmless fib, and he averted his gaze.
After all, Quinn had merely followed Baldwin's instructions regarding the seasonings – could that be considered her cooking?
"Alright then," Nora conceded to stay.
She was intrigued by the couple's romance anyway. With Quinn's presence, she figured Aaron wouldn't object to her staying for dinner. Nonetheless, she sent him a quick message.
"Thomas, I'm dining at the Brown's tonight, and Quinn is also present."
Aaron promptly responded with a string of ellipses, indicating his speechlessness.
Thinking of him at the Gordon family mansion, Nora sent another message.
"Have you had dinner yet?"
"About to," Aaron replied.
"What are you discussing?"
"Marriage plans."
Marriage plans? Nora stared at the text, not responding immediately. For one, she was unsure of what to say next, and secondly, Quinn had already ushered her to the dining room.
Shortly after, she received another message from Aaron.
"Worried since you're not responding?"
Nora chuckled, "No, I'm at the dinner table. We'll talk when I get back."
She wasn't worried in the slightest. Aaron had made his intentions clear—he would marry no one but her.
She trusted his promise.
Aaron didn't text back as everyone at the table commenced their meal.
Hollis surveyed the array of dishes before them, casting a skeptical glance at Quinn.
"Did you prepare all these dishes?"
Quinn flashed a charming smile and ladled some soup into her bowl.
"Yes, try the soup and see if it suits your palate."
Hollis took a sip; the flavor was familiar.
Her expression darkened as she turned to Baldwin.
"Baldwin, this is your soup, isn't it?"
Baldwin's lips parted as if to respond, but Quinn interjected, "Mrs. Brown, I prepared this soup with Baldwin. He guided me with the ingredients, and I simply followed his instructions. Isn't it delicious? Baldwin and I make quite the team."
The audacity of that woman.
Hollis's expression soured as she glared at her.
Baldwin used to cook, but she rarely permitted him to do so.
"Baldwin, why are you, a man, cooking?"
Baldwin remained silent, unsure of how to respond.
Meanwhile, Quinn savored the delectable rib soup and said sweetly, "Why can't a man cook? Mrs. Brown, a man should be responsible and not always pampered. It's crucial to involve him in both the major and minor aspects of home life, lest you raise a spoiled brat who ruins the lives of good girls."
To this, Hollis retorted sharply, "So, a good man needs to cook, is that it? Don't fill Baldwin's head with such lazy woman's excuses."
Quinn did not bristle at the comment, instead, she offered a smile and responded, "Mrs. Brown, I merely speak the truth. Surely, you've witnessed the numerous young men from respectable families who, having nothing to occupy their time, squander their days. Inevitably, they stray from the path of righteousness. It's the absence of responsibility that drives them to seek excitement, to toy with women, to pursue whatever gives them a thrill."
The implication of Quinn's words dawned on Hollis. She was referring to the man who had deserted her. This realization only served to deepen the gloom that had already settled over her mood.
Sensing the escalating tension at the dinner table, Nora hastily piled food onto Hollis's plate. "Mrs. Brown, please eat. Given all you've endured, it's crucial to regain your strength for a swift recovery."
Upon hearing this, the harshness in Hollis's expression softened.
Seated across from her, Baldwin had been acutely aware of the mounting tension. He had been fearing a clash between his mother and Quinn. Observing how Nora had defused the tense atmosphere with a few simple words, he exhaled a sigh of relief.
In gratitude, he offered Nora a serving of vegetables. "Nora, you should eat more as well, you're too thin."
As the word "thin" left his lips, a sudden jolt of pain shot through his foot. Someone was stepping on it. Suppressing a cry, he glanced under the table to find Quinn's high heels firmly planted atop his shoe.
This woman...
Baldwin shot her a glare, but she continued to eat, seemingly oblivious, yet still applying pressure. Was she attempting to murder him with her shoe?
"Baldwin, why are you staring at me? Do I look that appetizing?" Quinn teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she gave his foot another twist, easing off just as Baldwin's face was about to betray his discomfort.
With a twitch of his face from the pain, he looked away, deciding not to engage and simply focused on eating.
Quinn served him more food, "Baldwin, you need to eat plenty too. You'll need your energy to spar with me later tonight."
He choked on his food.
The audacity of her words—she was shameless!
Their dinner companions, with the exception of an amused Nora, appeared less than pleased. Hollis, in particular, desired nothing more than to immediately send Quinn packing. However, with Nora present, an outburst wouldn't be appropriate, so she settled for glaring at Quinn, eating her meal in brooding silence.
Once dinner was concluded, Hollis turned to Nora, "Nora, why don't you join Mrs. Brown for a couple of games today?"
Nora hesitated, uncertain of how to respond.
Quinn, intrigued, asked, "Nora, what game are you two planning to play?"
"Oh, last time I played cards with Mrs. Brown," Nora explained.
Interest piqued, Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Really? I'm quite skilled at cards. Let's play a few hands."
Nora remained silent.
Quinn saw no reason to decline. After all, with her seemingly supernatural luck at gambling, she was confident she would make a small fortune again today!
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