“Yes, I am,” replied Natalie as she held her children in one hand and patted their heads with another.
“They are very cute, especially this little guy here,” Jackson looked at Connor as he said his compliment before continuing, “He looks exactly like Shane. If I haven’t known that Shane has no children, I would have thought that both of them were father and son.”
Stealing a glance at Shane subconsciously, Natalie replied, “It’s all a coincidence.”
As the matter of fact, when she first saw him for the first time, she had felt that he looked strangely similar to Connor. However, she knew he could not have been Connor’s father.
The reason being, the man back then years ago was an old man who was almost fifty years old.
“By the way, I haven’t ask you for your name,” Jackson asked as he threw away the tissues in his hand.
“Natalie Smith,” she replied curtly.
“Natalie… last name Smith…” Jackson read it out in a low voice. Suddenly, he thought of something, his expression changed to one that was utterly shocked as he exclaimed, “Shane, it’s wrong! We are all wrong!”
“What’s going on?” Shane quickly asked coldly.
Jackson quickly pulled him aside, “Shane, do you remember that a few years ago, your grandfather got you engaged with a certain lady from the Smith family out of the blue?”
“Her name’s Jasmine Smith. So what are you trying to get at?” Shane queried as he looked at him seriously.
Jackson chuckled bitterly, “That’s the issue, my man. The problem is that Jasmine is not the one engaged to you, but rather, it’s her!” That said, he pointed directly at Natalie who was not far away.
Natalie tilted her head in response.
Are they talking about me? Why did he point in my direction?
“Do you even know what you are talking about?” Shane narrowed his eyes dangerously and stared at Jackson with an incredulous look.
Jackson rubbed his throbbing temple as he explained, “Of course, I do. Remember how I said just now that she looked familiar? That’s because she is your real fiancée. Your grandfather once showed a photo of your fiancée, and I happened to be there then. I remember that you did not look at the photo but I peeked a look. She’s the one in the photo! I swear!”
He still remembered the moment when he praised the lucky lady of the Smith family as beautiful.
“In that case, what happened to Jasmine?” Shane’s expression was extremely grim, still trying to digest the sudden revelation.
Jackson, after all, was his childhood friend. A good friend whom he trusted.
Trusted with his life even.
The Smith family must have lied to me!
As if reading his thought, Jackson answered, “I don’t know, but the only certainty in this matter is that Jasmine definitely is not your fiancée. Her identity as a lady of the Smith family is indeed questionable.”
It was known to everyone that the Smith family only has one daughter and one son.
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