NovelEnglishChapter 461 Your Darling Daughter
Felix stood outside, staring in disbelief at the fleet of luxurious cars lined up in front of the preschool.
Who in their right mind could possibly have more power and wealth than myself?
The bodyguard stepped forward and opened the car door, and when Jonathan emerged, Felix. was completely
taken aback. The other children were just as stunned.
None of them had ever seen Jonathan's father before. Could this be Jon's dad?
“How much do you think Jonathan spent on renting that car?” Felix asked skeptically, his tone filled with
arrogance.
Dante, who had been standing nearby, yawned. “You probably don’t know this yet, but Jonathan's about to marry
into the Sinclair family with my aunt. He'll becthe direct great-grandson of the Sinclairs.”
In truth, Jonathan had once confided in George, admitting he wasn’t actually his great-grandson. But just like
Zachary, George stubbornly believed otherwise. George had even mentioned changing Jonathan's last name
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He had been ready to release a public announcement, but Jonathan managed to stop him, not wanting to
deceive the kind old man. He figured he would explain everything later. If it cto it, they could always do a
DNA test.
For now, only the Kennedy family and a few trusted individuals knew the truth about Jonathan's connection to
George.
“The direct great-grandson of the Sinclair family?” Felix asked in disbelief.
When class started, Felix couldn't resist whispering to Jonathan, “Jonathan, is Old Mr. Sinclair really your
biological great-grandpa?”
In the past, Felix had often visited the Sinclair Manor with Niel, and he had becwell. acquainted with George.
“Remember the last tthe Rainsworth family had their engagement party, and | went with the Sinclairs? Did
you forget?” Jonathan answered with a question of his own, rather than responding directly.
Felix thought back and remembered. At the engagement party for Nicholas and Cassandra, Jonathan had indeed
been there, standing right next to George.
“You're so mean! You didn’t even bother to tell me,” Felix muttered, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over
him. The Sinclairs were just as wealthy and influential as the Rainsworth family, if not more. All this time, Felix
had been showing off in front of Jonathan, and now he felt utterly humiliated.
“Are we still friends?” Felix asked, his tone a little softer, seeking reassurance.
Jonathan watched Felix’s innocent demeanor, wondering if he would still want to be friends if he knew the full
truth-that Jonathan was the great-grandson of the Rainsworth family, not a Sinclair by blood.
“Pay attention to the class,” Jonathan said, avoiding the question as he turned his focus to the blackboard.
Felix felt wronged. “Hmph, if you're going to ignore me, then I'll ignore you too.”
He couldn’t help but think that as long as his two uncles didn’t have children, he would still be the most
cherished member of the Rainsworth family, far better off than he would ever be in the Sinclair family.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Paula and Ralph returned home, their faces filled with worry.
“How did that little rascal get hold of insider information?” Ralph wondered aloud, still baffled by what had
transpired earlier.
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Paula shook her head. “Who knows? Maybe an adult fed him the information,” she replied, her voice laced with
irritation.
“| felt like I'd seen that child somewhere before,” Paula mused again, still trying to place the familiarity.
Ralph's patience wore thin. He found it incredibly annoying when Paula brought up her sense of recognition
regarding the child. “I think he just dislikes you and is trying to make trouble. I'm heading to the office. You can
head back on your own.”
With that, Ralph left, having someone else escort Paula home.
As Paula reflected on the day’s events and Ralph's parting words, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was
right. The look on the child’s face had been one of clear disdain for her.
Once she finally arrived home, exhausted, she collapsed onto the couch.
Moments later, Cassandra, who had just been discharged from the hospital, descended the stairs, her face pale.
“Mom, how did your meeting with Cecilia go yesterday?” she asked, her voice flat but inquisitive.
Paula hesitated, the truth lingering on her tongue but unwilling to be spoken. Cassandra, noticing her mother’s
hesitation, didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she tossed a file across the room. “Take a look at this. Your darling «
daughter,” Cassandra said, her voice sharp and full of disdain.
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