Chapter 812: It Was Bowen
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Without a second to waste, Jacob called Sam to check the source of the sample and the identification of the child. Soon enough, the results came out.
Sam gave the report to Jacob, his hand quivering. "Sir, the child is your son," he said blankly.
As soon as the report came out, Sam saw that the result was totally matched with Bowen. He was shocked. Never did he think that Jessie was such a vicious woman that she would use a sample of Bowen's to do the test and pretend her child was Jacob's.
"What?! Are you sure?" exclaimed Jacob, squinting his eyes at Sam in disbelief. 'No, no. It can't be, ' he thought to himself.
The man's heavy eyes condensed together, full of deterrent momentum. Sam hands began to sweat from the nervousness he was feeling.
"The child is Bowen, and it was Jessie who stole the sample of Bowen and use it to frame you," he reiterated, his jaw tense.
As he looked into his boss's dark eyes, a wave of panic filled Sam. Jacob still appeared to be processing what Sam had just said, as if he didn't want to believe it for himself. Swallowing anxiously, he continued, "So the child you did the paternity test with is the young master, that is, your son."
Jessie insisted that the paternity test report was true, and that the child was also Jacob's own child, so the report in their hands was undeniable.
Unthinkingly, Jacob lost his grip on the pen he was holding, and it landed on the ground with a small click. He shook his head, and leaned impassively against his executive chair.
"Good. She is good!" Jacob retorted with a bitter chuckle.
"And how exactly did she get a sample from my son?"
'That bitch... How dare she even cast her eyes on Bowen!' Gnawing on his lower lip, Jacob clasped his hands together tightly, his eyes clouded with rage.
Sam thought for a moment and then went over the interrogation with the maid. "The maid in charge of taking care of the young master didn't know Jessie's intention, and just took her for a poor pregnant woman. The maid didn't realize that Jessie just took advantage of her sympathy to get the sample of Bowen."
"Useless morons! I spend so much money every month to pay their salaries. How dare they cross me!"
Rubbing his temples, Jacob closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. Then, he let out a slow breath and looked intensely at Sam. "Fire her," he said coldly.
"Yes, sir. I have already contacted her superior." Sam had worked fo
been paying much attention about the things going on at home." With a slight smile, Jacob poked the tip of her nose and continued to lead her into their room.
"What? No... No, I don't think so." With a sigh, Emily rested her head against Jacob's chest.
After Carol's accident, Emily wanted to stay by her side. Because of this, any spare time she had, she spent with Carol at the hospital.
Since Jacob mentioned it, she suddenly realized that she had been spending so much time there at the hospital that she felt a bit disconnected with her home and family.
"But, it just doesn't make sense," Emily pressed. "Even though I'm not around here as often as I should, I make sure that I spend some time with Bowen at night. I know everything about his room and the people who take care of him."
On some days, Emily had extra time to spend, and she would talk to the maids and hear what was going on in the house.
"Everything can change easily, honey. Maybe the maid got a better offer somewhere else," Jacob suggested.
They reached the room. Jacob closed the door behind them and threw Emily onto the big, soft bed. She was about to open her mouth to say something else, but Jacob got onto the bed, hovering on top of Emily, and placed a finger over her mouth. "Stop mentioning other people now..."
Whenever Emily came home, she would always talk about Carol, Bowen and Beryl. She never talked about Jacob or asked him how he was doing, which made him very unhappy.
With a sigh, Jacob wrapped his arms around Emily, burying his face in her hair. "Honey, don't you want to ask me what I did today in the company?"
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Without a second to waste, Jacob called Sam to check the source of the sample and the identification of the child. Soon enough, the results came out.
Sam gave the report to Jacob, his hand quivering. "Sir, the child is your son," he said blankly.
As soon as the report came out, Sam saw that the result was totally matched with Bowen. He was shocked. Never did he think that Jessie was such a vicious woman that she would use a sample of Bowen's to do the test and pretend her child was Jacob's.
"What?! Are you sure?" exclaimed Jacob, squinting his eyes at Sam in disbelief. 'No, no. It can't be, ' he thought to himself.
The man's heavy eyes condensed together, full of deterrent momentum. Sam hands began to sweat from the nervousness he was feeling.
"The child is Bowen, and it was Jessie who stole the sample of Bowen and use it to frame you," he reiterated, his jaw tense.
As he looked into his boss's dark eyes, a wave of panic filled Sam. Jacob still appeared to be processing what Sam had just said, as if he didn't want to believe it for himself. Swallowing anxiously, he continued, "So the child you did the paternity test with is the young master, that is, your son."
Jessie insisted that the paternity test report was true, and that the child was also Jacob's own child, so the report in their hands was undeniable.
Unthinkingly, Jacob lost his grip on the pen he was holding, and it landed on the ground with a small click. He shook his head, and leaned impassively against his executive chair.
"Good. She is good!" Jacob retorted with a bitter chuckle.
"And how exactly did she get a sample from my son?"
'That bitch... How dare she even cast her eyes on Bowen!' Gnawing on his lower lip, Jacob clasped his hands together tightly, his eyes clouded with rage.
Sam thought for a moment and then went over the interrogation with the maid. "The maid in charge of taking care of the young master didn't know Jessie's intention, and just took her for a poor pregnant woman. The maid didn't realize that Jessie just took advantage of her sympathy to get the sample of Bowen."
"Useless morons! I spend so much money every month to pay their salaries. How dare they cross me!"
Rubbing his temples, Jacob closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. Then, he let out a slow breath and looked intensely at Sam. "Fire her," he said coldly.
"Yes, sir. I have already contacted her superior." Sam had worked fo
been paying much attention about the things going on at home." With a slight smile, Jacob poked the tip of her nose and continued to lead her into their room.
"What? No... No, I don't think so." With a sigh, Emily rested her head against Jacob's chest.
After Carol's accident, Emily wanted to stay by her side. Because of this, any spare time she had, she spent with Carol at the hospital.
Since Jacob mentioned it, she suddenly realized that she had been spending so much time there at the hospital that she felt a bit disconnected with her home and family.
"But, it just doesn't make sense," Emily pressed. "Even though I'm not around here as often as I should, I make sure that I spend some time with Bowen at night. I know everything about his room and the people who take care of him."
On some days, Emily had extra time to spend, and she would talk to the maids and hear what was going on in the house.
"Everything can change easily, honey. Maybe the maid got a better offer somewhere else," Jacob suggested.
They reached the room. Jacob closed the door behind them and threw Emily onto the big, soft bed. She was about to open her mouth to say something else, but Jacob got onto the bed, hovering on top of Emily, and placed a finger over her mouth. "Stop mentioning other people now..."
Whenever Emily came home, she would always talk about Carol, Bowen and Beryl. She never talked about Jacob or asked him how he was doing, which made him very unhappy.
With a sigh, Jacob wrapped his arms around Emily, burying his face in her hair. "Honey, don't you want to ask me what I did today in the company?"
Without a second to waste, Jacob called Sam to check the source of the sample and the identification of the child. Soon enough, the results came out. Sam gave the report to Jacob, his hand quivering. "Sir, the child is your son," he said blankly. As soon as the report came out, Sam saw that the result was totally matched with Bowen. He was shocked. Never did he think that Jessie was such a vicious woman that she would use a sample of Bowen's to do the test and pretend her child was Jacob's. "What?! Are you sure?" exclaimed Jacob, squinting his eyes at Sam in disbelief. 'No, no. It can't be, ' he thought to himself. The man's heavy eyes condensed together, full of deterrent momentum. Sam hands began to sweat from the nervousness he was feeling. "The child is Bowen, and it was Jessie who stole the sample of Bowen and use it to frame you," he reiterated, his jaw tense. As he looked into his boss's dark eyes, a wave of panic filled Sam. Jacob still appeared to be processing what Sam had just said, as if he didn't want to believe it for himself. Swallowing anxiously, he continued, "So the child you did the paternity test with is the young master, that is, your son."Jessie insisted that the paternity test report was true, and that the child was also Jacob's own child, so the report in their hands was undeniable. Unthinkingly, Jacob lost his grip on the pen he was holding, and it landed on the ground with a small click. He shook his head, and leaned impassively against his executive chair. "Good. She is good!" Jacob retorted with a bitter chuckle. "And how exactly did she get a sample from my son?"'That bitch... How dare she even cast her eyes on Bowen!' Gnawing on his lower lip, Jacob clasped his hands together tightly, his eyes clouded with rage. Sam thought for a moment and then went over the interrogation with the maid. "The maid in charge of taking care of the young master didn't know Jessie's intention, and just took her for a poor pregnant woman. The maid didn't realize that Jessie just took advantage of her sympathy to get the sample of Bowen.""Useless morons! I spend so much money every month to pay their salaries. How dare they cross me!"Rubbing his temples, Jacob closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. Then, he let out a slow breath and looked intensely at Sam. "Fire her," he said coldly. "Yes, sir. I have already contacted her superior." Sam had worked fobeen paying much attention about the things going on at home." With a slight smile, Jacob poked the tip of her nose and continued to lead her into their room. "What? No... No, I don't think so." With a sigh, Emily rested her head against Jacob's chest. After Carol's accident, Emily wanted to stay by her side. Because of this, any spare time she had, she spent with Carol at the hospital. Since Jacob mentioned it, she suddenly realized that she had been spending so much time there at the hospital that she felt a bit disconnected with her home and family. "But, it just doesn't make sense," Emily pressed. "Even though I'm not around here as often as I should, I make sure that I spend some time with Bowen at night. I know everything about his room and the people who take care of him."On some days, Emily had extra time to spend, and she would talk to the maids and hear what was going on in the house. "Everything can change easily, honey. Maybe the maid got a better offer somewhere else," Jacob suggested. They reached the room. Jacob closed the door behind them and threw Emily onto the big, soft bed. She was about to open her mouth to say something else, but Jacob got onto the bed, hovering on top of Emily, and placed a finger over her mouth. "Stop mentioning other people now..."Whenever Emily came home, she would always talk about Carol, Bowen and Beryl. She never talked about Jacob or asked him how he was doing, which made him very unhappy. With a sigh, Jacob wrapped his arms around Emily, burying his face in her hair. "Honey, don't you want to ask me what I did today in the company?"
