Chapter 1826:
At the Jones family residence, Etta dropped to her knees with a cry. “Miss Jones, there must be some mistake! My family has always been loyal to the Jones family. We would never do something so treacherous and dishonest.”
Her husband and son sank to the floor beside her, tears streaming, voices thick with pleading.
“Mr. and Mrs. Jones, you can’t condemn us on Miss Jones’s word alone. We didn’t do any of those things,” Etta’s husband insisted.
“That’s right — we never poisoned Mr. Jones. If we had truly done that, how would he still be alive and well?” her son added.
Both men wept and protested, firmly refusing to admit to anything.
Etta herself was torn apart by the usations. She loved the Jones family deeply, and she genuinely could not bring herself to believe that her husband and son were capable of turning against them.
“Miss Jones, please — look into this again. Could it be that the Wade family set them up?” she begged through her tears.
If her family had truly attempted to harm Hurley, Etta felt she could not bear to face the world, even though the guilt would not have been hers. Years ago, Christina’s grandmother Florrie had saved Etta’s life, and she had carried that debt ever since, devoting herself entirely to the Jones family in return.
“Etta, stand up. You are not the one being used,” Christina said calmly.
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“Miss Jones…” Etta remained on the floor, unable to rise. “I just cannot believe they would do something like this. I raised my son to be grateful for everything the Jones family has given us. He wouldn’t be so ungrateful — he wouldn’t.” She could not reconcile the son she had raised with the person being described. The Jones family had provided both her husband and her son with livelihoods and treated them with consistent kindness and respect. There was no reason — no logic — that made betrayal make sense.
“I am innocent! I will not stand here and be used of this. I had no reason to ever harm Mr. Jones!” the husband shouted.
“I won’t ept this either! You can’t condemn us without proof. We didn’t do it — we would rather die than confess to something we didn’t do!” the son cried.
Christina looked down at them with cold contempt. They were clearly prepared to deny everything until they had no room left to maneuver.
“You want proof?” she said, her voice steady. “Then here it is.”
She produced the legal documents and held out the DNA test results to Etta. “Read these carefully. The first report covers your husband and this young man. The second covers you and the child you have raised as your son.”
The moment the words left her mouth, the husband and son lurched forward, hands outstretched, desperate to seize the papers before anyone could read them.
Christina moved first. Two swift, precise kicks sent both men crashing to the floor, where theyy groaning.
Etta had not moved. She stood perfectly still, her face ashen. She was a perceptive woman, and the truth had already begun to take shape in her mind — a shape she desperately did not want to seepleted.
Her hands trembled as she reached out and took the papers. She drew a slow breath and looked at the first report,paring her husband and the young man.
The document confirmed they were biologically rted.
In truth, anyone could have seen it simply by looking at them — the resemnce was unmistakable. But the young man bore no resemnce to Etta at all. She had spent years telling herself that he simply took after his father.
Her entire body began to shake. She turned to the second report — the one between herself and the young man she had raised.
The result was unambiguous. She was not his biological mother. He was her husband’s child by another woman.
And if this young man was not her son — then where was her real child?
The thought that followed was one she tried to push away before it could fully form. She was terrified of what the answer might be.
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