Chapter: 521

"Bethany, you know what I'm asking!"

"I really don't!" Bethany retorted immediately. “Isn't it a bit shameful to harass me this way? I was clear when we divorced. Now, you approach me just because some boy claims to be your son? Are you simply looking for an excuse to reconnect with me?"

Jonathan fell silent for a while.

When he finally spoke again, his voice was icy. “As long as the child isn't mine, that's all that matters. I have nothing more to say."

Jonathan abruptly ended the call, seemingly unwilling to hear more harsh words from Bethany.

But wasn't it also hard for the one speaking those words?

Bethany gripped her phone tightly and closed her eyes, only to realize that tears were already rolling down her cheeks.

She couldn't even recall when she had started crying.

The wind on the street corner blew fiercely, carrying her tears onto her hands or her clothes. Bethany tried not to cry out loud.

The last thing she wanted was to hurt Jonathan. Yet, she had no other option.

To shield her child from danger and to seek the truth, she needed to stay under the radar and make tough choices.

Nikolas was still searching for the child when Jonathan's call came through.

He had grown quite fond of the child.

"Hello?"

Jonathan's voice came through. "Come have a drink."

Nikolas was surprised. "Wait, did I hear you right? You want to drink?"

“Are you coming or not?"

“I'll be there!"

Nikolas didn't hesitate, knowing his friend must be struggling after another encounter with Bethany. Over the years, the only times Jonathan seemed emotionally unsettled were always related to Bethany.

With a heavy sigh, Nikolas wrapped up his tasks and hurried off to the bar.

Since Jonathan disliked noisy environments, he had reserved the entire bar for himself. The music played, the lights were lit, and drinks were ready, yet aside from Jonathan lounging on a sofa, the place was empty.

Nikolas strode in and rolled his eyes as he sat next to Jonathan.

“Bro, do you have the wrong idea about drowning your sorrows in alcohol? You come to a bar to drink, but then you send all the girls away. How do you expect to have any fun?"

Jonathan gave him a look, grabbed a bottle, and poured a full glass for him. "Drink."