Chapter 127

After getting Jason dressed, I turned to the police officer.

"Can we take him with us now?"

The officer shook his head, looking sorry. "I'm afraid not. The case is still open, so he has to stay here for now."

I nodded, trying to stay calm.

"Any updates on Earl?"

"I've got another lead. The day Earl disappeared, his sister Renee, who's also Brandon's sister, was on a business trip. Seems too coincidental, don't you think? You might want to check it out."

The officer nodded seriously. "Thanks. That's helpful. We'll start looking into it right away."

As we left the morgue and walked into the police station courtyard, we saw Brandon leaning against a wall, looking like he was about to puke his guts out.

When he saw us, he rinsed his mouth and walked over. "When are we heading back?"

I couldn't hold back anymore. "Brandon! How can you be so heartless towards your own kid? Is this how you treat our children too?"

"That's your kid. Why do you always look so impatient?"

Seeing my anger, Brandon quickly tried to calm me down. "Babe, in my heart, I never saw Brandon as my son. I only care about you and our kids. Believe me, I don't like Jason at all."

His words only made me angrier. I glared at him. "Then why did you let him be born? Why let him suffer like this?"

"Brandon, if I hadn't survived my illness recently and had died, would you treat my child the same way?"

Brandon quickly waved his hands. "No way, babe. I only care about our three kids."

I sneered. "Then why didn't you think about using protection with Elora? You should face the consequences of your actions. Now you won't even look at him, and you refuse to be a father. Are you even human?"

Brandon's face turned pale from my scolding. A crowd had gathered in the courtyard, watching our argument.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "Babe, let's talk about this at home. Not here."

"So you know not to air dirty laundry in public? Why didn't you think of that when you were with another woman?"

I turned and walked away without looking back. Brandon hurried to catch up.

We got into the car, with Brandon sitting beside me, trying to soothe me. We were about to head back to Suncrest City, and he didn't want Kelly to notice anything was wrong between us.

"Babe, I'll pay for the best burial plot for Jason. It's the least I can do."

"I didn't know Jason was my child before, so I neglected him. But I swear, there will never be any other children. I'll only have kids with you."

He kept trying to comfort me all the way home, and I finally softened a bit.

Brandon had to rush off to handle some final business at the company.

Savannah watched him leave and muttered, "What a jerk."

I couldn't help but smirk. "Not just Brandon. Earl, Renee, the whole Jordan family-they're all jerks who deserve to go to hell."

Savannah looked worried. "What about Earl? Are we just going to let him get away with hurting Jason?"

I frowned. I'd been thinking about this for a while. We might not be able to catch Earl, but how could we make him regret what he did?

Savannah muttered, "I thought Earl liked Jason from the photos. How could he do this? Is he even human?"

A thought struck me. "You're right. Earl liked Jason when he thought Jason was his own child. He only hurt Jason because he thought Jason was Brandon's."

"And why did he think that? Because of the paternity test report showing Jason was Brandon's son."

"We have two paternity test reports-one real, one fake. If we show Earl the fake one, making him think Jason was his own child and Brandon's report was fake, what do you think he'd do?"

Savannah raised an eyebrow, looking excited in the rearview mirror. "He'd probably lose it."

I nodded, smiling. "That's exactly what I want."

Savannah and I exchanged a knowing look, both of us plotting.

Back home, I called Simon to discuss the plan. Simon was smart and could give us good advice.

"We can't get to Earl, let alone give him the fake report."

Simon was silent for a moment, then said, "You can't reach Earl, but can Karen?"

I was stunned, then my eyes lit up.

Karen treated Earl like her own child because he was her sister's son. She always shared the Jordan family's wealth with her sister, and Brandon had always resented her blatant favoritism. But Karen was old and stubborn, so Brandon couldn't do much about it.

"Are you saying we should talk to Karen?"

"Yes," Simon replied.

I couldn't help but admire his idea. "You always have the best ideas."

Simon chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment."

After hanging up, Savannah and I planned to visit Karen immediately. I wasn't sure if she knew about Jason's death yet.

Just as we finished planning, my phone rang. It was Royce.

"Heading to the Jordan Villa?"

I was surprised. Simon must have told Royce everything. "You sure are well-informed. How did you know so quickly?"

Royce chuckled. "I keep a close eye on your matters. Nothing slips by me."

I pursed my lips, unsure what to say.

"Do you think the plan will work? That child in the morgue today was so pitiful. I have to get revenge for him."

Royce paused. "I know how you feel. I don't want you to seek revenge, but if you can't let it go, I support you."

Hearing his support, I felt satisfied.

For some reason, Royce's support seemed especially important to me. I couldn't explain why.