The Reborn Wife Of The Tyrant CEO
Chapter 420 - 416

Chapter 420: Chapter 416

"I had a hunch it was him. Mitch wouldn’t admit it to me, but given their relationship, it was no surprise," I replied in a somber tone. "Now the issue is what to do next. Mitch will definitely come looking for me again."

Jones mulled over it for a moment before suggesting, "Tell Luna. It’s her child, after all. She should be the one to decide."

I shared the same sentiment, but I was afraid that telling her would only stress her out and potentially hinder her proceedings in the city.

While I was caught in this indecision, a call from Damon came in. Seeing the caller ID, my mood instantly dropped. I was incredibly annoyed.

Why was he calling? To see if Mitch had successfully taken the child away?

I immediately hung up on Damon, but he quickly sent a text message. As expected, it was about Mitch.

[Has Mitch been to your place?]

I didn’t respond, but Jones noticed the subtle change in my expression and accurately guessed who had called. "Was that Damon?"

"Yeah, he was asking about Mitch," I didn’t deny.

"Why didn’t you pick up?" Jones asked.

"No point. I’ve already guessed the likely result. Confronting him won’t do any good," I shook my head. Damon and I had nothing to do with each other now. I had no right to question his actions.

But he insisted on calling. Seeing the screen light up again, I was speechless.

Jones took the phone from my hand, and before I could react, he had answered the call.

"What do you want?" Jones coldly questioned as soon as he picked up.

He didn’t use speakerphone, so I couldn’t hear what Damon had to say. I could only hear Jones’s side of the conversation.

"She’s not going to trust you again. Goodbye."

With that, the call ended.

Jones handed me back the phone. "Some things don’t need to be dragged out. Since you know it was him, tell him you know."

I did suspect Damon, but I had no concrete evidence since Mitch hadn’t explicitly admitted to anything.

Jones’s words now, however, were undoubtedly telling Damon that we had already determined he was the one who had spilled the beans.

"But I don’t have any concrete evidence," I reminded Jones.

"Even if it wasn’t him, don’t you want to take this chance to cut ties with him once and for all?" Jones looked at me intensely, making me feel pressured.

I was taken aback. "Cut ties? Haven’t I already done that?"

Jones’s gaze turned colder, and there seemed to be a chill at the corner of his lips. "When I say ’cut ties’, I mean completely severing all contact and connection. You seem to have been frequently in contact with him recently, haven’t you?"

His words made me realize something wasn’t right. For various reasons, my interactions with Damon had increased recently.

And every time, Damon had helped me out, putting me in his debt.

I had paid him back a little, but not entirely.

"Alright, I really shouldn’t be questioning you about this. I just wanted to remind you not to get fooled by him again," Jones softened his tone, sensing my discomfort.

He did have a right to question me because to my parents and everyone around us, he was my husband. No one would know our real relationship unless I made an effort to clarify it.

"Yes, I understand," I nodded, feeling incredibly confused. Somehow, I had gotten entangled with Damon again. It felt as if an invisible thread was tying us together, one that couldn’t be untied.

Just as I was lost in thought, Yara’s cry snapped me back to reality. I quickly went to pick her up, "Alright, I’ll take her home now."

This time, Jones didn’t accompany me. He simply replied, "Okay, I have to work late tonight. Be careful and call me right away if anything happens:"

Jones had been quite busy recently. When he was occupied, I felt more at ease. Otherwise, being with him for extended periods made me unsure of how to behave around him.

I intentionally left through Jones’s backyard. When I got home, Norah had already returned. She looked shocked, "Ms. Brooks, did we have a break-in?"

"No, Mitch came looking for the baby and kicked the door in. But it’s okay, he compensated me for it. I’ll have someone replace the door in the next few days," I put Yara in the crib and went to check on Serena and Brandon.

"I can’t believe Mitch. How could he kick in a door?" Norah muttered, clearly unhappy with Mitch.

"Okay Norah, why don’t you give Yara a bath?" I suggested.

While Norah bathed Yara, I stayed in the living room reading stories and playing music for Serena and Brandon. Even though they couldn’t understand yet, it subconsciously exposed them to language and music.

As I was spending time with Serena and Brandon, I heard footsteps approaching from the yard had made sure to lock the door.

My heart raced.

Could it really be Mitch?

At the same time, my phone rang. It was Damon again.

"Hello?" I was worried it might be Mitch, so I answered Damon’s call. If something really happened, I would need his help.

To my surprise, as Damon’s voice rang out from the phone, I also heard his voice from outside the door, "It’s me. Open the door."

Why was he here again? My heart sank as numerous guesses flashed through my mind. The most terrifying one was that Mitch hadn’t found Yara at my place, so he had Damon come and investigate again.

If that was the case, I definitely couldn’t open the door.

A hung up and walked to the door, asking without opening it, "What are you doing here?"

"Did Jones speak on your behalf?" Damon’s voice sounded again, filled with displeasure.

So he came to interrogate me about that. I was already upset about this issue, so I replied under my breath, "Yes, what’s wrong?"

"I never told Mitch anything. You didn’t even bother to ask me and just assumed I was the one who told him. Eliana, are you messing with me?" Damon was growing increasingly angry. "And you had Jones tell me. Was that intentional?"

There was nothing calculated about it. It was just Jones who spontaneously grabbed my phone and answered the call. Considering our relationship, which appeared to be marital to the outside world, it was completely normal for him to answer a call for me.

I retorted, "And how can you prove it wasn’t you? It was you who drove me and Yara to the hospital that day. After you saw her at my place, Mitch got wind of it."

"So you believe that’s the kind of person I am?" Damon’s tone started to bristle with annoyance.