Chapter 247
Nathaniel would make Alexander pay for threatening his woman.
At the mention of the incident five years ago, Benjamin’s expression turned grim. Though he didn’t particularly like his sister Isabella, it was still a family matter. Outsiders should never learn the ugly truth—especially when it involved Isabella’s reputation.
Benjamin averted his gaze. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Nathaniel’s eyes narrowed dangerously. His piercing stare seemed to emit sharp, cold light.
Benjamin hesitated under the intensity. “I was only thirteen back then. I really don’t know anything. If you’re curious, ask Isabella yourself.” He closed his eyes, avoiding further confrontation.
Nathaniel’s gaze darkened. Clearly, Benjamin was hiding something.
What really happened five years ago? Why wouldn’t he talk?
Meanwhile, Oliver pouted angrily. “Daddy, he’s so rude! How dare he call Mommy by her first name?”
“Don’t dwell on it. You must call him Uncle.” Nathaniel composed himself and ruffled Oliver’s hair. Then he reached down and helped Benjamin to his feet.
Oliver scoffed. “Uncle?”
Goosebumps rose on Benjamin’s skin. ‘Uncle’? The infamous little terror of Westchester was calling him ‘Uncle’? Was this a joke? And why did the kid keep calling Isabella ‘Mommy’? Was he really her son?
That couldn’t be. The baby Isabella gave birth to five years ago was dead…
As Benjamin wrestled with his thoughts, Nathaniel placed Oliver in the backseat. Oliver tried to climb into the front, but Nathaniel stopped him. “Stay in the back. This seat is for Mommy.”
“Oh, okay!” Thinking of Isabella, Oliver obediently scooted back and sat beside Benjamin.
But the moment he looked at Benjamin, Oliver turned away haughtily. “Hmph! I don’t want a rude and weak uncle like you.”
Benjamin was speechless.
He didn’t want a nephew like that either. Weak? He could have taken all those kidnappers if they hadn’t outnumbered him and drugged him. Still, looking closer, Oliver did bear a slight resemblance to Isabella—especially around the eyes and mouth. He looked a lot like Isabella as a child.
Could Oliver really be Isabella’s son?
But he had seen the stillborn baby with his own eyes. The infant wasn’t breathing at birth, its face purplish and lifeless. How could it have survived? It must just be a coincidence.
The car pulled into an alley a short distance from the Celestial Gala venue. Evelyn was waiting under a tree with Isabella. Oliver’s text had put Isabella at ease. Spotting the car, Isabella waved to Evelyn. “You can go home now. Get some rest.”
“Alright.” Evelyn opened the car door for her, her admiration for Isabella growing even more.
As Isabella got in, Oliver exclaimed excitedly, “Mommy! Mommy! You were the most gorgeous one on stage tonight! You stood out from everyone! I’m your number one fan!”
“Thank you, Momo. Fasten your seatbelt. We’ll talk more at home,” Isabella said gently.
“Okay!” Oliver diligently fastened his seatbelt.
Benjamin watched Oliver’s behavior with a furrowed brow. The arrogant little Blackwood was so well-behaved around Isabella. And Nathaniel Blackwood seemed to dote on her…
Filled with suspicion, Benjamin finally asked, “Isabella, what’s your relationship with them?”