Love's Cunning Ruse novel Chapter 270

"You have pictures of me as a child?" Julie, seated in the passenger seat, pondered for a while before deciding to clear up this matter, driven by her unshakeable curiosity. "Which picture of me did you keep?"

"Your son is spouting nonsense!" Kieran, with his hands firmly on the steering wheel, responded sternly.

Their traitorous son, sitting in the back seat, leaned forward to whisper into Julie's ear, "Mom, I swear I'm not lying. The picture is in Kerry's wallet. Check it out if you don't believe me."

"Really?" Julie asked.

Ivan firmly replied, "Really."

Kieran said, "No."

Ultimately, Julie chose to trust her son. She asked Kieran, "Where's your wallet?"

"I didn't bring it."

"It's in Kerry's pocket." The little turncoat pointed at the bulge in Kieran's pocket.

Just as Kieran was about to start the car, his foot already on the accelerator, he quickly covered his pocket, a clear giveaway of Ivan's statement. It was the most blatant act of guilt Mr. Hernandez had ever displayed.

This practically confirmed Julie's suspicion that Kieran's wallet, and the picture within, were indeed in his pocket.

"Let go." Julie sternly grabbed his hand, her gaze unwavering as she stared into his deep eyes, intent on overpowering him with her gaze.

Ivan in the back seat was laughing heartily. Kieran turned to glare at his son, calling him a "traitor."

Ivan was unfazed by the accusation. Instead, he pointed at his father's pocket, his gaze comforting. "Kerry, don't worry. Mom won't divorce you over this, just let her take a look!"

Kieran shot Ivan a glance. Ivan immediately backed down.

He gently patted Julie's shoulder, meekly suggesting, "Mom, our teacher said everyone has privacy and we should respect that. If Kerry doesn't want to show you, then you shouldn't insist."

Mr. Hernandez felt relief. Finally, his son was showing some resemblance to himself.

But just as Mr. Hernandez was embracing this sentiment...

"I took a picture with my phone anyway. I'll send it to you!" With that, Ivan quickly pulled out his phone, efficiently navigated to Julie's contact in his messaging app, and sent her the cherished picture.

As he did this, he said, "I thought I was Kerry's only son and kept my childhood picture in his wallet all the time. But the photo was yours! I might not be his biological son."

Julie pulled out her phone to receive the message. Kieran swiftly reached over to stop her, but she skillfully turned away from him and opened the message.

Kieran, restricted by the seatbelt, tried to unbuckle it, but the quick-witted woman had already received the picture.

And then... silence engulfed the space. Kieran leaned on Julie's back, staring blankly at the picture on her phone.

It was a set of artistic photos of Julie at three months old. The image quality was bad, yet incredibly adorable. She was dressed in a red halter top and matching shorts, sitting in a wooden tub against a black background. Her beautiful eyes were squinted in laughter, her tummy squeezed by the small top, looking like three rubber rings stacked on top of each other.

Her pose in the tub was reminiscent of an angel.

Upon seeing the picture, Julie's eyes widened in shock. After about half a minute of silence, she turned to Kieran, pointing at the picture. "How did you get this picture?"

Seeing Mrs. Hernandez's expression, it was clear that a storm was brewing. Mr. Hernandez nervously retracted his neck, responding, "Your sister gave it to me as a wedding gift when we got our marriage certificate."

Julie extended her hand, "Give me the wallet!"

Kieran shook his head, refusing. He quickly buckled up and started the car.

Julie tried to grab the wallet, but he sternly warned, "Honey, don't. Our son is in the car! If you touch me, I'll get excited, and if I get excited, I can't control myself."

"Then pull over!" Julie sat back in her seat, resigned.

Ivan leaned against his car seat, grumbling, "If we wait any longer, it'll be dark."

Finally, a sensible suggestion. Kieran reached out and gently stroked Julie's head. "Good girl, hand it over tonight."

That's more like it! Julie swatted his hand away.

The two-hour journey was just long enough for Ivan to take a nap. When he woke up, they were already at Sycamore Village. The village was tranquil at night, a seaside town unlike any other, not reliant on fishing for its livelihood.

As they entered the town, the distinct scent of earth filled the air.

The town was like an illustration from a fairy tale, a large iron gate separating it from the asphalt road. Entering the rusty gate, a straight road stretched out before them, warmly lit by yellow street lamps.

On either side of the road were neat fields of flowers, with an old lamp placed at regular intervals. Under the hazy moonlight, the scene was dreamlike.