A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 404

Father

Amber POV

“Have they found Mr. White?”

Jason had asked the same question every morning for the past several days.

I looked up from my tablet. He was sitting on the edge of his bed after physical therapy, looking tired but significantly steadier than he had a week ago.

“No.”

His jaw tightened.

It was still strange hearing him call the man Mr. White.

For as long as I’d known Jason, that man had occupied the place of his father, however complicated and damaged that relationship had been. Jason had spent most of his life believing they shared blood. Even after learning that he and Oscar weren’t related, there had still been questions.

Then we’d found the ledger.

Mr. White hadn’t merely known Jason wasn’t his biological son. He had certified it decades ago before authorizing Jason’s transfer to the Becker family.

He had known.

And now Jason refused to give him even the title of father.

Lunderstood.

Sometimes distance began with something as small as a name.

“They’re still searching the tunnels,” I told him. “And the alert is international now.”

“Nothing from the prototype?”

“Not anymore.”

The tag had given investigators another lead, but Mr. White had managed to disappear again. Whether the battery had finally died or the tag had been discovered, we didn’t know.

Jason rubbed a hand over his face. “He can’t keep disappearing.”

“He has fewer places to disappear to.”

That much was true.

Mr. White wasn’t merely wanted for Jason’s kidnapping anymore.

As arrests spread through the trafficking network, people started talking.

Families that had once protected one another were suddenly very willing to provide names when prosecutors began placing evidence in front of them. Mr. White’s name had surfaced repeatedly.

Middleman.

Negotiator.

Broker.

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The person who connected families that wanted something done without being directly connected to it.

Several people arrested outside Sum had identified him independently. Different countries, different operations, different years, but the same man kept appearing between them.

Multiple countries were now looking for him.

Mr. White had spent decades hiding behind respectable families and other people’s crimes.

He was running out of both.

“He’ll make a mistake,” I said.

Jason looked at me. “You sound very confident.”

“I’m married to the man he kidnapped and failed to keep. I’m feeling optimistic.”

That earned me the smallest smile.

A knock interrupted us.

Pamela stepped inside.

“There are people here to see Jason.”

Jason immediately looked suspicious. “Doctors?”

“No.”

“Police?”

“No.”

“Grandma?”

Pamela smiled. “You’d hear her before I needed to warn you.”

I laughed.

Then I noticed the folder in Pamela’s hand.

My amusement disappeared.

“Who is it?”

“The representatives overseeing the St. Johns DNA verification.”

Jason stopped moving.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

The test.

With everything that had happened since Jason walked out of that testing appointment, I had almost fo that somewhere outside this hospital rooia, people had continued processing the sample that might a of the biggest questions of his life.

Jason hadn’t forgotten.

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I could see that immediately.

Results?” he asked.

Pamela nodded. “They asked to give them to you personally.”

Jason looked at me.

I reached for his hand.

“Let them in.”

Pamela returned a few moments later with three people. Two I recognized from the legal team overseeing the st. Johns trust verification. The third was an independent genetic specialist.

They greeted us quietly before taking the chairs beside Jason’s bed.

The attorney placed a sealed folder on his lap.

“Mr. Sun, before we begin, I want to confirm that the testing was completed under the independent chain of custody established before your appointment. Your sample was secured before your disappearance and processed without interruption.”

Jason nodded. “Just tell me.”

The attorney glanced at the genetic specialist.

She spoke first.

“Your DNA was compared against the verified St. Johns family reference samples maintained for succession purposes.”

Jason’s hand tightened around mine.

“The result confirms a direct biological relationship.”

He didn’t react.

Not immediately.

“How direct?” he asked.

The specialist looked at him.

“Direct paternal descent.”

The room seemed to become very still.

Jason swallowed.

“Connor?”

“The available genetic and genealogical evidence identifies Connor St. Johns as your biological father.”

Jason stared at her.

I felt his fingers tighten around mine.

Connor St. Johns.

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The man his mother had been so close to in college. The man whose place in her life had remained a question Because everyone had believed Mr. White was Jason’s father.

Except Mr. White himself,

He had known the truth wasn’t that simple.

Jason looked down at our joined hands.

“So he was my father.”

“Yes.”

His voice was quieter when he asked, “Is he alive?”

“No.”

“Your DNA has now been compared against every verified branch available to the trustees. We also completed the required genealogical review.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means there are no other surviving direct St. Johns descendants.”

Silence.

The attorney spoke carefully.

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Jason actually laughed once, but there was no humor in it.

course I am.”

“Don’t.”