The Man Who Waited vs. The Man Who Wasted novel Chapter 144

"Mrs. Lowell, I believe you owe me an explanation!"

Eleanor immediately plastered on an accommodating, apologetic smile.

"Mr. Preston, nobody knows how much we adore Audrey better than she does. Today was just a terrible misunderstanding. If you want to blame anyone, blame Adrian for marrying such a classless, unhinged woman."

Having said that, she turned to Jocelyn and roared.

"Get the hell out! You are forbidden from coming anywhere near Leo ever again!"

Jocelyn knew she was cornered.

Her best move was to retreat.

Even with the most perfect explanation, she wouldn't be able to talk her way out of this right now.

But Caleb stepped sideways, blocking the door.

"Audrey is my precious daughter, and Leo is my grandson. Anyone who bullies them is bullying Caleb Preston."

His ruthless, mob-boss aura began to seep through.

"You think you can assault my family and just walk away? It's not that simple."

"Mrs. Lowell, since Miss Evans seems to believe Leo isn't a Lowell, we should absolutely do a DNA test. It's the only way to silence these ridiculous doubts once and for all."

Eleanor waved her hand frantically. "I know my own grandson better than anyone! There is absolutely no need for a DNA test."

Caleb's eyes went cold. "No! We must do it! Only undeniable proof will shut the mouths of manipulative liars and clear my daughter's name."

Eleanor pleaded, "Mr. Preston, please, there's no need to take it this far."

"Mrs. Lowell!" Caleb projected a terrifying sense of righteous anger. "I insist on doing this. I will not let some scheming woman ruin my daughter's reputation!"

With that, he snatched the blood lancet from Audrey's hand.

"Mrs. Lowell, look closely. This is your great-grandson's blood. I am having my people take it to a testing facility right now. I will let you see the results with your own eyes so you know without a shadow of a doubt that my grandson is a Lowell."

"But just to be safe, I'd like you to personally escort it to the lab with my men. That way, nobody can claim we tampered with anything!"

Eleanor saw the burning fury in Caleb's eyes.

Watching them play off each other was absolutely nauseating.

Fine.

Since they were backing her into a corner, she was going to burn the whole house down.

"Even if the child belongs to the Lowell family, he doesn't belong to her dead husband, Arthur. He belongs to my husband, Adrian."

"So, tell me, Mr. Preston. How exactly do you explain that?"

Jocelyn looked around the room, speaking slowly and clearly.

"Shouldn't the Lowell family be the ones explaining to the public why a widow gave birth to her brother-in-law's child?"

"Shouldn't you all be explaining whether my dear sister-in-law here used IVF with my husband's frozen sperm, or if..."

Jocelyn paused intentionally, a devastating sneer crossing her face.

"Or if my sister-in-law and my husband just spent a passionate night rolling around in bed together?"