The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Never Looked for Her

Mia’s mouth fell open. "Mommy..."

The next moment, Christian calmly walked over and lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing a scar on his waist the size of a fingernail.

Mia’s eyes widened in an instant, and she glanced at ’Zachery’ several times.

’This is the young master, right? And that little dummy Zachery is still at Imperial Crest, isn’t he? So why does the young master have a scar that’s identical to Zachery’s!’

Penelope Sullivan’s heart ached for him. "Oh, dear, that scar is still so deep. Does it hurt?"

Christian pulled his shirt down. "It doesn’t hurt anymore."

He walked back to Mia’s side, meeting her dumbfounded expression with a slow smile as he poured her a glass of lemonade.

Christian himself wasn’t sure how things had gotten so coincidental.

Zachery had a scar, and he had one in the very same spot.

His daddy had told him he got the scar when he was three, from wrestling and roughhousing with another little boy.

Penelope Sullivan clucked her tongue and teased, "Our dear Zachery is so considerate now. For a second, I almost thought he’d been replaced! But a scar like that can’t be faked, right, Yara!"

"But you have to be more careful when you walk from now on, sweetie. Falling down must hurt so much!"

Estelle Lockwood ordered their food, and she couldn’t help but smile as she watched Zachery eat so obediently.

’Actually, the reason Zachery fell wasn’t because he was unsteady on his feet. It was because he got into a fight.’

’Henry Kendrick had called her that day to say Zachery had snuck out and started a fight with another boy on the street. They had wrestled, fallen down together, and both ended up with a scar on the waist.’

’By the time Estelle Lockwood arrived, the other boy had already been picked up by his parents, leaving Zachery behind to cry sullenly by himself.’

’Afterward, Zachery adamantly refused to admit that he fell because he’d lost the fight. Everyone else just assumed he had been careless and wasn’t watching where he was going. Penelope Sullivan had even fretted over him about it several times.’

To save the little guy’s pride, Estelle Lockwood didn’t expose the truth. "Zachery is a big boy now. He doesn’t fall down while walking anymore, right?"

Christian nodded obediently.

Mia: "..."

’Am I crazy, or is the whole world crazy? How can they possibly get away with this?’

...

「Imperial Crest.」

When it was time for dinner, Zachery sat at the table and waited for a moment. "Grandpa Chapman, why isn’t Daddy here yet?"

Chapman said gently, "Young Master, Mr. Sloan isn’t feeling well today. Dr. Grant is upstairs taking care of him, so he won’t be coming down. Will you be all right eating on your own?"

’That scumbag dad of mine isn’t feeling well?’

Zachery’s eyes darted about. He immediately jumped down from his chair and shot upstairs. "Grandpa Chapman, I’m going to go see Daddy!"

"Hey, Young Master, you should eat first..." Before he could finish his sentence, Zachery had vanished.

Zachery slowed his pace, tiptoeing to Nathaniel Sloan’s bedroom door. He pressed his ear against the wood. There were voices inside.

Zane Grant’s voice was pleading. "Nathaniel, I know how much you miss Estelle Lockwood, but Dr. Lockwood really isn’t her! What good does it do to take your anger out on Dr. Lockwood? See? You’ve already scared her off!"

"Besides, if Dr. Lockwood really were her, why would she come back to you and not even reveal her identity? It must mean you did something wrong. You need to take a good, hard look at yourself!"

Nathaniel Sloan pressed his temples, his head splitting. At Zane’s words, his lips twisted into a sarcastic sneer, his voice laced with an unspeakable pain.

"I’d like to ask that myself. What did I do wrong that made her leave me so cruelly?"

Zane Grant opened his mouth, but he was at a loss for words.

"Your ex-wife’s death was so suspicious, yet you never investigated. Why didn’t you ever stop to think about who might have wanted her dead, and who benefited most after she was gone!"

"You didn’t investigate a thing. You just let them close the case as a suicide. And even if you suspected she wasn’t dead, you never once looked for her!"

Zane Grant didn’t understand why ’Christian’ was so worked up. ’Maybe this is that special bond between a mother and her son,’ he thought.

He glanced at Nathaniel Sloan, who was still tormented by his headache, and sighed. "Christian, you’ve misunderstood Nathaniel. That fire back then... it really was started by Estelle Lockwood. Nathaniel suspected Noelle Lockwood and the rest of the Lockwoods, but they would have no reason to kill their own daughter, right?"

"Besides, your daddy has never stopped searching for her all these years. As long as there was even a sliver of hope, he would pour everything he had into the search. When you were three, he even took you to the USA..."

But before he could finish, Zachery shoved him away forcefully.

When Zachery heard Zane Grant say, "confirmed it was suicide, confirmed Estelle Lockwood started the fire," the rims of his eyes instantly turned red, and he staggered back two steps.

"Lies! All you adults do is lie! You’ll trample all over the truth just to protect that venomous snake of a woman! I hate you!"

With that, he turned and ran.

"Hey, Christian!"

Zane Grant started to go after him. He wasn’t finished speaking yet!

’When Christian was three, Nathaniel Sloan heard that a woman who looked just like Estelle Lockwood had been spotted in the USA, so he’d taken Christian with him to look for her.’

’They didn’t find her in the end, and Christian had even ended up with a scar on his waist from a fight.’

’But no one could ever say that Nathaniel Sloan didn’t care about his wife.’

"Nathaniel..." Zane Grant turned back around.

The light in Nathaniel Sloan’s gray eyes flickered uncertainly. He pressed his temples and said in a hoarse voice, "He really hates Noelle Lockwood. Find a time. We’ll publicly announce Christian’s true parentage."