Chapter: 687

These two tubes of blood had been frozen at a low temperature. In fact, almost everyone in the Sullivan family had their blood stored in the hospital in case of an emergency.

Thinking why Victor would suddenly ask about it, Ivan realized something.

“Mr. Sullivan, are you thinking of..."

“Contact the hospital. We'll have them conduct a paternity test,"

Victor said firmly.

After returning to the hotel, Joey had a good night sleep. As he opened his eyes, he sat on the edge of the bed and slightly frowned upon seeing the dozens of calls that he made through his watch.

The entire morning passed, but Quintin still didn't return any of his calls.

‘What is he doing?'

While Joey pouted, his watch suddenly vibrated. When he saw the caller ID on his watch screen this time, his eyes immediately Lit up.

"Uncle Quintin, you finally called me! What happened to you? I've called like a millions times already. Why are you only calling back now?" Joey finally felt relieved when he got Quintin's call.

"Joe...I have bad news for you."

Joey blinked his eyes and furrowed his brows.

"What is it?"

“Your mommy..." But before Quintin could finish his words, the call was suddenly cut off.

The next moment, all Joey could hear was the busy tone from the other line. He frowned and muttered, "What is that? Is the signal bad over there?"

When he was about to call Quintin again, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Based on the time, it should be the afternoon tea he had requested.

Joey then stopped thinking about the call for a second and went straight to the porch to open the door. Unexpectedly, it was not the afternoon tea that welcomed him.

In the Sullivan family's mansion

"Get out of my way! I want to get out of here!" Joey was staring daggers at the servant in front of him, his face red with anger.

"You can't leave without Madam's permission," the servant said respectfully as she lowered her head.

“Please go back to your seat.”

“Madam? I don't even know who you're talking about! This is human— trafficking! If my Mommy finds out, you're all doomed! Let me go!”

Joey demanded with a frown.

An hour ago, someone knocked at the door and he thought it was the afternoon tea he ordered. But when he opened it, he never expected to see several tall men in black.