She felt completely uncomfortable. Why did this man insist on sitting next to her, making her so nervous? Simon Quinn also noticed the emotions of the person beside him. He turned his head and looked at her curiously. The corners of his mouth curved slightly upon seeing her face. "Your daughter is very cute. If she really is my fourth brother’s child, then congratulations to you." Jane Shaw stiffened all over, suddenly unsure of what she should say. The reality of his smile even caused a chill to run through her. She was actually afraid of this man... "By the way, Miss Shaw, do you really not know who the child’s father is? How did you have the child, after all?" This was a matter Simon Quinn was very concerned about. Having a child meant that the couple must have been intimate with each other. How could this woman not know who the father of the child really is? It was truly absurd. Jane Shaw’s face turned pale, her lips trembled several times, but she didn’t say anything. The fear that originated from her bones made her want to distance herself from this man. But Simon Quinn didn’t intend to let her off the hook. Who knows why, perhaps it was just a sudden whim. "This matter is my privacy, Mr. Quinn. Please don’t ask any more." She forced herself to say, slightly moving her body away. Hugo Quinn curved his lips and really stopped asking. Old Master Quinn watched the interaction between the two, his eyebrows furrowing more severely. Why did he feel that these two looked quite like a couple? And the third son had been busy with Quinton Group all these years and hadn’t married. Perhaps... Once this thought popped up, Old Master Quinn shook his head vigorously. If that child was Hugo’s, having Jane Shaw marry Simon Quinn would be the world’s biggest joke. The conversation came to a halt, and everyone harbored their own little thoughts in their hearts until the two children came in. Marcus called joyfully, then pulled Chloe closer. Actually, there was another reason the old man was suspicious, and that was Marcus’s attitude towards Chloe. Marcus wasn’t a particularly friendly person, but he treated Chloe very well, pampering her like a sister. If the two were really related by blood, then it made sense. After all, the subtlety of familial bonds is intriguing. Chloe saw her mother was there and called out, feeling uneasy. Was something big about to happen? Why were everyone’s expressions so serious? "Mommy, what’s wrong with you? You look so pale. Are you sick?" Chloe asked worriedly, holding her hand. Jane Shaw’s tense body suddenly relaxed because of her arrival. Sitting next to this man was really too stressful. She breathed a sigh of relief and deliberately placed the child between her and Simon Quinn to ease the tension. Chloe greeted Simon Quinn with a curved mouth, her eyes innocent. Simon Quinn felt a jolt in his heart. He had only seen the child’s photo and felt the child resembled his fourth brother somewhat, but now seeing the child’s face up close, he felt a certain indescribable familiarity. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 His eyes suddenly opened wide, and he smiled unexpectedly. Chloe pinched her chubby little cheeks, her eyes curving even more. "Really, Marcus just praised me for being cute too. Many people say I’m cute, but I read in books that when a girl isn’t pretty, people choose to compliment her as cute." Her face immediately filled with worry, as if she cared a lot about this issue. Simon Quinn found it funny that this child was already concerned about looks at such a young age. "You’re not just cute. You’re also pretty, like a little doll." Chloe’s face instantly brightened with a smile, showing her teeth to Simon Quinn, "Thank you, Uncle." Simon Quinn suddenly felt a pang of jealousy toward his fourth brother. How come all the good things went to the other person? How come this child wasn’t his? So cute, that her smile made people’s hearts melt. Old Master Quinn, sitting opposite, saw the interaction between them and felt surprised. The third son seemed to have never liked children much. He hadn’t been with Marcus before. But now he saw Chloe and not only initiated a conversation but also willingly engaged with the child’s innocent words, which was completely unlike him normally. If only this child was the third son’s, how great would that be? Then he wouldn’t need to persuade him to marry. Simon had early told the family that he would never marry in this lifetime, saying marriage impedes men from accomplishing great things, therefore he always refused various blind dates with a very firm attitude. This forced the old man to shift his focus to Hugo, hoping Hugo would get married quickly so perhaps he could still hold a grandson during his lifetime. However, Hugo was also disobedient. The old man sighed, slowly tightening his grip on the cane, saying nothing. Jane Shaw, on the other hand, drew Chloe closer, looking at Simon Quinn with hostility. Simon Quinn paused. He hadn’t seemed to provoke her, so why was she looking at him with such hostility? "Mommy, don’t be nervous. This uncle is very nice. He just praised me for being pretty." Chloe spoke up for Simon Quinn. She really liked this uncle, though he was slightly older than Uncle Hugo, he was still very handsome. If Uncle Hugo could be her Big Daddy, and this one could be her Little Daddy, wouldn’t that be nice? Chloe had beautiful thoughts. In her eyes, anyone who looked good was a good person. Jane Shaw’s mouth twitched, then drew Chloe closer again. "Mommy told you not to believe men’s sweet talk." Chloe seemed to suddenly come to her senses, glared at Simon Quinn, and then sat quietly. "Mommy, you are right." Simon Quinn felt even more perplexed, giving Jane Shaw a rather pointed look. Jane Shaw slowly bowed her head, not knowing why, just didn’t want her daughter to get close to this man, perhaps it’s simply not seeing eye to eye. The scene fell into silence again, the atmosphere growing colder and tenser until the living room door was opened by someone returning from a paternity test with two strands of hair. The person stood at the doorway, too excited to know what to say, mouth opened wide. Old Master Quinn was very anxious, wanting to get up, but numbness struck his legs from sitting too long. He shouted impatiently, "Why are you still standing there foolishly? Hurry, let me see the report. Speak up about whether there’s any blood relation between the two or not?" The person seemed to come to senses and quickly walked a few steps faster to hand over the report to the old man. The old man’s hands trembled as he deeply inhaled before opening the report.