My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 1524

Montez's eyes lit up, "Is that true, Yesseca? That's great! Even our blood are the same type!"

Yesseca also smiled and agreed, "Yeah, what a coincidence. My blood type is very special. When I was in the hospital, the nurses said that they couldn't find a blood type like mine. I didn't expect that there would be people with the same blood type as me."

Montez immediately said crisply, "Yesseca, we're a match made in heaven. We're a match made in heaven!"

Yesseca's eyes smiled.

Montez eyed the butler and asked, "Mr. Butler, do you think Yesseca and I are a match made in heaven?"

The butler let out an empty laugh.

It was indeed a great coincidence.

But a match made in heaven...

Why did the phrase sound somehow weird and awkward?

Yesseca then spent some time in Montez's ward and chatted with him. She even peeled an orange for Montez to eat and they laughed and talked throughout the day. They enjoyed each other's company very much.

The more the butler observed their interactions, the more uneasy he felt in his heart.

He felt something wasn't right.

How could there be such a coincidence? Yesseca's blood type was exactly the same as Montez.

And the fact that Montez liked Yesseca a lot.

More importantly, although Montez looked similar to Tremaine, at first glance, he actually bore the resemblance of Yesseca.

Seeing that Montez and Yesseca were having fun, the butler quietly left.

He saw Tremaine outside of the room.

Tremaine had witnessed everything that was going on in the ward and his lips were pressed into a hard line.

"Mr. Tremaine," the butler greeted him respectfully.

He wondered how long had Mr. Tremaine stood looking at the ward.

Tremaine remained silent

The butler waited aside quietly.

After a long time, Tremaine withdrew his gaze.

When he spoke, his voice was low, "Do you feel

that something's amiss?"

He was asking the butler but in a monotonous tone.

This was how Tremaine spoke.

He rarely spoke in a questioning tone even if he was asking a question.

That was because he was confident and sure of himself.

"Mr. Tremaine, I do feel that something is amiss. I don't believe there's such a great coincidence in the world. Montez and Yesseca shared the same blood type and Montez even liked her a lot. But if you thought about Yesseca's age, then things don't add up."

Tremaine's gaze turned deep.

A moment later, he spoke, "Do a maternity test for both Montez and Yesseca."

The butler was shocked.

Mr. Tremaine indeed had his suspicions about the duo.

"Yes, Mr. Tremaine," the butler said and paused for a moment before continuing, "We should keep this matter from Mr. Montez and Miss Cowell."

"That's right."

The butler was about to make arrangements when Tremaine stopped him.

"Wait," Tremaine seemed to think of something, "Don't do the maternity test yet. Find the man you brought to me years ago and I'll ask him myself."

"Yes, Mr. Tremaine."

In a neighbourhood in Agaphen City.

Block 18, Unit 3, Building 301.

A man in his fifties was pacing back and forth in his spacious living room. The man was Quinton Lanes. There were two women sitting on the couch.

One was a woman in her early fifties and her name was Catherine Alexander, Quinton's wife and the other was a fashionable girl in her early twenties.