She clenched her fists tightly, her gaze fierce, unwavering as she stared at Hugo Quinn. Hugo’s brows furrowed slowly. Five years ago, Marcus was almost on the way. He hadn’t been married to Grace Lynch for long before he went abroad. "Miss Shaw, do you remember the exact day?" He asked indifferently, sensing that the truth was about to surface. Jane Shaw glared at him resentfully. How could this man remain so calm after doing something so despicable? Shouldn’t he be wracked with guilt and unease? "November 5th, 2008. I’ll remember that day for the rest of my life." Hugo’s eyebrows relaxed, and the corners of his mouth suddenly lifted. "Miss Shaw, I went abroad in October 2008. I had just gotten married. I did return briefly when my ex-wife gave birth, but it definitely wasn’t in November. Shortly after the child was born, I took him abroad again and stayed there for over four years, conducting even my meetings overseas. I only returned this year, so you must be mistaken." Hugo’s voice was firm. Back then, Grace’s health wasn’t good; she had a serious illness, and the old man feared she might suffer long-term effects after childbirth, so he suggested seeking treatment abroad. Jane Shaw’s complexion turned paler, looking at him in utter shock. Hugo raised an eyebrow, motioning Lan Yancy to come over. After saying a few words to him, Lan Yancy left. Soon, Lan Yancy returned with a stack of documents and a tablet. "Here are my travel records from October of that year. You can take a look. I didn’t purchase any tickets for several months after October. If you and that man had a night together in November, how could it be me? I was busy with the company abroad and didn’t have time for other matters." Seeing the documents and the information displayed online, Jane Shaw’s face grew paler and paler. Hugo had no reason to lie to her, which meant he indeed went abroad in October and never returned in November. Therefore, that man must not be him. Jane clutched the documents, her hand turning white from the pressure, her whole body trembling slightly. Hugo raised his eyebrows, exhaled, and felt relieved. "Miss Shaw, although Chloe indeed looks a lot like the Quinton Family, I wasn’t in the country at the time, but my brother was. People say the child looks like me, but doesn’t she also resemble Simon Quinn?" As soon as he said this, Jane Shaw shivered even more. "Do you have... any scars...?" This was her last hope. She spoke with difficulty, clenching her fists tightly. Hugo shook his head, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "No scars, but a few bullet holes. However, after hearing what you said, I’m increasingly feeling that Simon could be the child’s father. Simon has a long scar on him, received while saving me from a slash wound when we were little. The scar never fully healed and couldn’t be removed later on." Perhaps due to this sentiment, he never laid a hand on Simon since their relationship was quite good when they were young. But growing up, they began to drift apart as they understood more. Hugo made another call to the man who conducted the paternity test, asking him to come over immediately. "Miss Shaw, if Chloe is indeed my daughter, I will acknowledge her. But if not, I won’t casually accept being her father, so I need to investigate this thoroughly." Jane Shaw said nothing, keeping her head down. Before long, the man arrived, sensing the tense atmosphere at home and feeling a bit scared. "Fourth Young Master." He said with trembling lips, bowing slightly. Get full chapters from 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⁂𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⁂𝓷𝓮𝓽 Hugo nodded and got straight to the point. "When you took the two strands of hair for the paternity test that day, did anything happen in the meantime? Think carefully, even a small incident counts." The man recollected carefully before speaking. "Fourth Young Master, my journey was quite smooth overall, except that the car bumped, and one of the hairs fell to the ground. I spent a long time searching for it. Aside from that, nothing else happened." "Whose car were you in?" Hugo relaxed, probably understanding the truth. "Third Young Master’s. When I took the two strands of hair out, I coincidentally met Third Young Master returning. He asked his driver to take me there." Hugo nodded, then looked at Jane Shaw. "Miss Shaw, as he said, the strand of hair was found in the car, and perhaps the one he picked up wasn’t mine. I think we need to do the paternity test again." Jane Shaw slowly closed her eyes, never imagining such a coincidence in the world. Her lips twisted in a pale attempt at a smile. "I already know, but the test needs to be conducted under the old man’s supervision. Your third brother doesn’t seem like someone who would take responsibility for us." When that man sat beside her that night, she felt a certain pressure and was somewhat afraid of him. Now knowing that man might be him, her legs felt weak. "Alright, we’ll go to Quinton Manor tonight." Beside her, Eleanor Hollis was utterly stunned. Just yesterday, she was heartbroken over Hugo having a daughter outside, but this morning she was informed that the daughter might not be Hugo’s but his brother’s. Her mind buzzed incessantly, as if countless bees were swirling around her head. Hugo gave a cold snort, hugging her waist with a sense of grievance. "I told you I wouldn’t do such things outside, but you didn’t believe me. Last night, you even left with Xavier Crawford, leaving me alone in the room. That Xavier doesn’t seem well-intentioned; you should meet with him less often." Eleanor Hollis’s lips twitched hard, but knowing he genuinely felt wronged, she quickly served him food. "I’m sorry, I was really upset at the time. Here, have some of this." Hugo snorted again, turning his head away. Eleanor quickly poured him a glass of water, lowering her stance to the fullest. "President Quinn, have some water. Do you need coffee? I can make some for you now." Hugo was amused by her fawning demeanor, finally managing to suppress the corners of his mouth and turn back. "Don’t do it again. I’ve told you long ago to trust me." Eleanor nodded vigorously, clutching his arm. "I know, I know, it was my fault this time. I shouldn’t have doubted you. Think about it, our President Quinn is a one-woman man after all." Jane Shaw, sitting across from them, felt she was already full, stuffed with dog food. She lowered her head to help Chloe with her food, gently patting her head. "Hurry and eat. Don’t mind others. Tonight, we will go see your father."