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Chapter 1034 Don’t Have Mercy Jennifer was in a trance for a moment. Soon, she kept calm.
"You should take better care of him in the future, always watching him," Jennifer reminded them calmly. "He ran to the river and jumped in." "How did you know he jumped into the river? Don't tellyou saved him. | don't believe you are THAT kind-hearted," Georgia replied aggressively, "Did you force him to jump into the river? You wanted to kill him, didn't you?" Jennifer was amused. "Why would | do it?" Then she explained, "| happened to bypass there?" "Humph! Why would you do it?" Georgia held her arms across her chest, rolling her eyes at Jennifer. "Letmake it clear. Michelle Clarke, you want to kill Dad's only son and inherit his properties." Jennifer had never known the existence of the boy.
However, she wasn't in the mood to argue with them.
Ivan didn't chin, but he watched Joan and Georgia in anger.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJennifer looked at the boy and turned to Ivan. "Let's go." Ivan propped his arm on her shoulders and cast a cold glance at the other two women. "Wish you two good luck." Probably it was because of his strong aura, or the two women felt guilty. Neither had the guts to look into his eyes, but they did hear his words with implications.
"If | were you, Georgia Clarke, | would be humble and apologize to Jennie," Ivan sneered without looking back. "Don't you know what you've done?" Georgia glared at him stubbornly, refusing to apologize to Jennifer.
She held Eason's hand and snapped, "Let's go!" Then she pulled her mother's hand. "Let's go back." She didn't want Zack to see the scene.
Jennifer followed Ivan to the villa entrance and paused her pace. Then she turned to look at the beautiful villa nearby, mixed feelings surging in her chest.
"Dad has been staying here with them in this house. He even has a son." She asked in a low voice, "Didn't you know this matter?" She wondered if the house was always full of laughter and happiness.
"I swear | didn't know it before." Ivan didn't lie.
He pulled out his phone to type a message. "Probably, this child is abnormal. He cannot becthe family heir but cannot be dumped. They have to hide him from the media," he remarked.
Jennifer withdrew her gaze and saw his phone. "What are you doing?" "Nothing." Ivan beamed at her, his smile evil.
He opened the door and let Jennifer sit in the passenger seat. Then he buckled the seat belt for her.
After sitting in the driver's seat, he deliberately turned to peek out the window. The villa was big and beautiful, but he could tell it was newly built.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"That's why Dad never works overtime." Jennifer smiled bitterly. "He has a son. He comes hto accompany his son." Ivan was also trying to digest the news. He could understand how upset Jennifer was after learning it.
"Honey." Jennifer looked at him. "The boy is sick. He's so pitiful. He needs love and care. If his mother left him..." "Don't make a decision so easily." Ivan was clinical. "We're not sure if he's your father's biological son. Letdo a paternity test first." Jennifer frowned in disbelief, gaping at him.
Ivan darted at her. "Why are you givingthat look?" He seemed to have seen such things often. "That woman is evil. What else can't she do?" Jennifer didn't answer, her heart in her mouth. Mixed feelings overwhelmed her. She wondered if it would be true.
Her father also had raised Joan's daughter.
If Eason wasn't his biological son, Joan would have gone too far.
"No matter if the boy is your father's son," Ivan added while driving, narrowing his gaze, "I hope you have no mercy on them. You are not the Madonna."