My Possessive CEO: Trembling in His Arms-Chapter 204: Will She Mind That He’s Old?

Frederick Yates’s words were like a sudden clap of thunder on flat ground and a drop of water falling into a boiling pot of oil.

Everyone present froze, as if struck by lightning.

Five years ago, Renee Winslow’s act of taking a knife for Jack Yates was known to everyone present.

Even the matter of Renee Winslow losing a child was known to everyone, but no one dared mention it in front of Jack Yates, not even half a word.

Of course, they wouldn’t casually talk about it in private either. For people who have reached this level, they know very well what should and shouldn’t be said.

Kyle Sheffield was the first to react, quickly scrolling down the screen, asking eagerly as he scrolled, "Are there pictures of the child?"

Aiden Grant hadn’t finished looking and said uncertainly, "There should be."

Kyle Sheffield’s finger stopped, and upon seeing the child’s picture, he looked up at Aiden Grant.

Aiden Grant was made uncomfortable by his gaze: "Why are you looking at me again?"

Kyle Sheffield: "Look at that child’s picture yourself, and the child’s mother."

Frederick Yates hurriedly moved next to Kyle Sheffield: "Let me see."

Kyle Sheffield handed the phone to Frederick Yates, while Simon Forrester and Declan Donovan stood on either side of him, with the big heads of three men together, staring at the small phone screen.

Having first seen the child’s photo, after clearly seeing the child’s appearance, Simon Forrester couldn’t help but utter a curse: "Shit!"

The little boy in the phone looked exactly like Aiden Grant, practically a copy of him. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Frederick Yates quickly scrolled down and saw the child’s biological mother’s appearance, breathing a sigh of relief.

The truth was clarified.

The child’s biological mother was named Rowan Sawyer, whose name was just the reverse of Renee Winslow’s.

For this reason, when Renee Winslow arrived in Alchester, she quickly became friends with Rowan Sawyer.

Before Rowan Sawyer died, she entrusted the child to Renee Winslow.

Last September, Renee Winslow brought the child back to the country and settled in Ashville.

Declan Donovan returned to the sofa and looked at Aiden Grant: "Is this child yours?"

Aiden Grant leaned back: "What’s it got to do with me? You can eat recklessly, but you can’t speak recklessly!"

Declan Donovan: "If it’s not yours, how come it looks just like you?"

Aiden Grant argued: "It just looks seventy to eighty percent like me, it’s not exactly the same. Besides, just because he looks like me doesn’t mean he’s mine. Those children who resemble certain celebrities, are they really those celebrities’ illegitimate children?"

Kyle Sheffield interrupted them: "Alright, stop arguing. What should we do now, should we tell Third Brother?"

Aiden Grant: "If you guys tell him, won’t he learn that we’ve been investigating Renee Winslow?"

Frederick Yates crossed his legs, flicking ash off his cigarette: "You’re the one who investigated, not us."

Aiden Grant grabbed a dice and threw it at Frederick Yates: "You bastard, trying to set me up?"

Kyle Sheffield stepped in to mediate: "Gentlemen, let’s stop this, let’s talk about serious matters."

"The serious matter is that no one should say anything. If Third Brother really wants to know, there are ways for him to find out." Aiden Grant grabbed the pack of cigarettes on the table, lighting one up, leaning lazily against the sofa, smiling casually, "I say you guys have too much time on your hands, really proving that saying, ’The emperor isn’t worried, but the eunuchs are.’"

With one sentence, he cursed everyone in the room.

Declan Donovan: "Mr. Grant, you don’t care, you don’t work under Third Brother nor do you have any business dealings with him." He then looked at Kyle Sheffield, "But it’s different for us, right, Mr. Sheffield?"

Kyle Sheffield nodded: "Ever since Renee Winslow left, for these past five years, going to work felt like paying respects at a grave."

Declan Donovan: "I’m responsible for the Southea market, it’s chaotic there, the easiest place for things to go wrong, I’m always afraid I’ll end up explaining myself over there."

At this point, Declan Donovan chuckled: "It’s quite a coincidence, wasn’t it last year I acquired an entertainment company? After the acquisition, I didn’t pay much attention, I handed everything over to my subordinates to manage. Then there was a charity banquet, and since I was bored, I went, and at the banquet, I met Evan Fenton, the head of Nimbus Media."

"Later when I looked at his planning proposal and saw the name of the editor-in-chief, I thought it was just coincidence, but still had someone check. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Renee Winslow."

Declan Donovan sighed: "Ugh, my bad, I set up a situation to bring Renee Winslow to Northcity, I originally wanted Third Brother to reunite with her, but didn’t expect there’d be this issue with a child."

Simon Forrester, who had been silent, suddenly spoke: "I have an idea. It’ll let Third Brother know the child wasn’t born from Renee Winslow with someone else, and help us clear up the fact we investigated Renee Winslow."

Aiden Grant: "Stop being enigmatic, just say it."

-

The autumn frost fell upon the persimmon tree, covering the yellow persimmons with a layer of white.

Jack Yates sat under the persimmon tree, gazing at the frost-covered persimmons for hours.

After returning from the airport, he sat under the persimmon tree until the sun set.

"Why doesn’t Third Brother go find her, since he still loves her?"

Yes, indeed, despite not being able to forget, why not search?

Because he can’t search, he promised to give her freedom.

He wanted Renee Winslow to know that the promises he made, he would certainly fulfill, unwaveringly.

For these five years, he never sought her out, never set foot in Alchester again.

But in Veridia, he visited many times a year, waiting for her return.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and with a "thump", a persimmon fell down, precisely landing in Jack Yates’s lap.

Jack Yates picked up the persimmon, and a girl’s charming smile appeared in his mind: "Happy birthday, Third Brother, may all your wishes come true."

The sweet blessing still echoed in his ears, yet she was no longer his anyone.

With a "ding", Jack Yates’s phone rang, he picked it up and glanced at it.

Kyle Sheffield: [@Lord Frederick, Dawson sent this to me, don’t you think Renee Winslow’s child looks like Aiden Grant?]

Kyle Sheffield: [This child won’t be... shit, sent it wrong.]

Jack Yates: [Stop pretending.]

Kyle Sheffield: [Third Brother, I’m really not pretending, I truly meant to send it to Fourth Brother, but accidentally sent it to you.]

Kyle Sheffield: [Dawson saw Evan Fenton’s status on his social media, and I noticed the child Renee Winslow was leading looked very much like Aiden Grant, so I wanted to send it to Fourth Brother to take a look.]

Upon seeing clearly, Jack Yates suddenly stood up and dashed outside, but halfway through, he stopped, returned to the villa, showered, dried his hair, and changed clothes all in one go.

But when he stood in front of the mirror styling his hair, he saw the gray hair at his temples, and his hand holding the hair wax paused.

Did she see his gray hair yesterday?

Would she disdain his aging?

Jack Yates called Kyle Sheffield: "Book a ticket to Ashville right away."

Kyle Sheffield: "Alright."

Jack Yates hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Arrange a stylist for me to bring out the best look as quickly as possible."

Kyle Sheffield: "..."

Kyle Sheffield, with great perseverance, forcibly held back his laughter.

"Okay." Kyle Sheffield readily agreed.

After agreeing, Kyle Sheffield continued: "Third Brother, honestly, you don’t need to deliberately spruce up. Firstly, you are already handsome, a Ferrari that’s aged is still a Ferrari, not to mention you’re not old, none of us can compare to you. Secondly, if you go meet her in your current appearance, it might actually move her more.

If you go to her polished and shiny, she might think since you’ve been apart, you’ve been living well. Renee is soft-hearted, exposing your truest side might actually make her feel compassionate."

Jack Yates didn’t speak, his Adam’s apple moved, and he hung up the phone.

In the end, Jack Yates took Kyle Sheffield’s advice and did not deliberately spruce up, only wore a black suit, presenting himself most authentically to Ashville.

By the time he landed at Ashville Airport, it was already midnight.

Renee Winslow’s address was sent to her by Declan Donovan.

Parking outside Renee Winslow’s apartment complex, Jack Yates sat in the car until dawn.

At seven in the morning, Renee Winslow emerged from the complex, leading a little boy who looked exactly like Aiden Grant.

Beside her was an equally tall and handsome man.

The cigarette in Jack Yates’s hand had burned quite a length of ash, until it scorched his fingers, before he returned to his senses.