Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife
Chapter 346 - 190 So... I’m Just a Bastard (Part 1)

Chapter 346: Chapter 190 So... I’m Just a Bastard (Part 1)

It was evident that the people living here loved cleanliness and neatness.

During this season, there was no hint of spring in the courtyard except for a plum blossom tree.

He hesitated for a long time before finally pressing the doorbell, feeling inexplicably flustered.

For some reason, he always felt that Sebastian Sheldon’s words had some truth to them.

The doorbell rang for a long time before a woman finally came out of the villa.

She was wrapped in a thick cotton coat, but even from a distance, it was easy to see she was very thin. Even wearing such a thick coat, she still appeared so slender.

When she saw Hunter Warren in the lamplight, she was also startled and stood still without moving.

Through the fence, Hunter Warren could clearly see the woman’s features.

He couldn’t tell her exact age, but she looked young, at most fifty years old.

"We know each other, don’t we?"

Hunter Warren found her very familiar; he must have met her before.

He just couldn’t remember where he had seen her.

The woman shook her head: "I don’t know you. Who are you looking for?"

Hunter Warren raised his eyebrows; her reaction didn’t seem like she didn’t know him.

"Are you the owner of this house?"

The woman hesitated for a moment, then shook her head: "No, this is my friend’s house. I’m house-sitting for her."

"You’re the only one living here, right?"

The woman nodded, remaining in the center of the courtyard, not moving forward.

Hunter Warren stepped forward and grasped the gate’s fence: "You know Faye Townsend, don’t you?"

The woman shook her head without thinking: "I don’t know her."

That reaction... was a confession without words.

"I am Faye Townsend’s husband. Can I come in and sit for a while, ma’am?"

"I really don’t know the person you’re talking about."

Hunter Warren pressed his lips: "Faye Townsend told me to come here. This house was bought by her, wasn’t it?"

The woman was startled; she looked at him, full of disbelief, then shook her head, "How could it be."

"If it weren’t, why would I come to a place like this? I’m very busy.

And the way you just looked at me doesn’t seem like you don’t know me.

How about it, ma’am, please invite me in to sit?"

Lottie hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to open the door: "Please come in."

She led Hunter Warren inside. As soon as they entered, Hunter Warren smelled a scent of jasmine.

Looking around, the entire villa was filled with jasmine branches.

But this scent... was very familiar.

It seemed like he had smelled it before sometime.

Lottie pointed to the sofa, a little apprehensively: "Please have a seat."

Hunter Warren went over and sat down. Lottie went to brew a cup of jasmine tea and placed it in front of him.

"I’m sorry, this is the only thing to drink in the house."

Seeing the jasmine tea, Hunter Warren furrowed his brows. He remembered that when he was a child, his grandmother also often drank this tea.

At that time, the tea seemed to always be sent from somewhere.

He vaguely remembered that his grandmother didn’t like drinking it, but she always insisted on finishing it.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip; it was very fragrant, a very familiar taste.

He looked up at Lottie, who was seated opposite, and she seemed even more familiar.

"My name is Hunter Warren." Lottie sat across from him, noticeably nervous.

"Mr. Warren, why did you come here?" She didn’t dare to meet his eyes even when speaking.

"I came to verify something," he said, taking a sip of tea, "Who exactly is my biological mother?"

Lottie’s hand holding the cup tightened significantly: "Mr. Warren, your question is quite strange.

Are you asking me such a question?

This should be your family affair; I don’t know."

Hunter Warren looked around, his gaze falling on the calligraphy on the piano in the corner.

He frowned and then coldly chuckled: "It seems to be true."

"What?" Lottie looked at him blankly.

"That calligraphy is my dad’s work. Who are you to him?"

"That... was originally here in this house."

Hunter Warren slammed the cup onto the table forcefully: "Are you still trying to deceive me?

Who exactly am I to you?"

His voice grew noticeably louder: "Am I your illegitimate child?

I’m not the legitimate young master of the Warren Family; I’m an illegitimate child, right?"

Lottie lowered her head, not saying another word, but tears the size of beans welled up in her eyes.

Hunter Warren leaned back in his chair, speechless, his eyes vacant – it was true.

He slowly stood up, intending to leave.

Lottie quickly got up to block his way: "Faye didn’t send you, did she?

What’s wrong with you? Did something happen?"

Hunter Warren looked at her coldly: "If you don’t want to acknowledge me, there’s no need to meddle in my affairs."