Twin Cupids at Work Daddy Come Home novel Chapter 297

Madeline’s eyes shimmered with defeat. What did she have to say for them to finally believe the truth? The kids were Julian’s. Why couldn’t they see it?

Lucy jabbed a finger toward the door, her voice sharp and full of fury. “Get out. Right now. I don’t want you causing any more chaos in the Grayson home. No one here is buying your stories.”

Madeline’s fists clenched at her sides. She stared straight at Julian. “Julian, everything I’m saying is true. Noah and Oliver are your sons. Your flesh and blood. Please, I swear it.”

She reached out and grabbed his sleeve, her grip desperate. “If something happens to Noah today, you’ll regret it forever. I’m begging you… he’s somewhere here, in the Grayson house. Please, just look for him again. I’m begging you.”

Julian looked down at her hand, then let his gaze slowly trace up to her face. For a moment, as their eyes met, something in his cold expression cracked. His heart skipped wildly.

She held onto his sleeve like it was her lifeline, like if she just held on hard enough, he’d finally believe her.

“It’s true,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please, you have to believe me. He’s your son. He’s here. I’m begging you, just look again. Please.”

By the end, her words sounded more like a plea than anything else.

Julian stared at her. She never backed down from him, never once showing weakness. This was the first time she’d ever begged him for anything.

And her eyes… they were so honest. Her voice so sure. For a second, he almost believed it.

But the two DNA tests flashed through his mind, smashing that fragile hope to pieces.

Madeline saw the struggle flicker in his eyes.

“Miles, get everyone. Keep searching,” Julian ordered.

A spark of hope lit up in Madeline’s chest. “Thank you.”

Julian had his people turn the Grayson house upside down, searching every room and hallway.

Madeline couldn’t waste a second. Even as the wound on her back reopened, even as cold sweat stung the raw skin and made her whole back go numb, she kept moving. Her face didn’t betray a hint of pain.

Over at the Fortner house, Helene sat quietly, waiting for news.

Raine paced the living room, nerves on edge. “Helene, Madeline’s smart. You really think she won’t figure something out?”

Helene just gave a cold little laugh and shook her head. “Raine, if the kid you loved most died right in front of you, do you really think you’d be calm enough to look for clues?”

Raine thought about it, then snorted. “You’re right. It’s actually genius. Watching her own kid die… Madeline’s lucky if she doesn’t lose her mind. Who would have the energy to look for answers? Even if she did, what could she possibly find? We didn’t even know she had two kids. There’s no way she’ll ever link it to us.”

For a mother, hurting her child was the same as destroying herself. Even the strongest person would break.