Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1730

Chapter 1730: Truth is naked

Many years ago, during the confrontation between Enzo and the fake Naylani, she had said something so outrageous that it echoed long after the encounter, spoken right in front of Enzo and Old Mrs. Pierson.

"He is not my son, and neither is he yours."

Those were the words Old Mrs. Pierson remembered clearly.

For a while, Enzo tried to pretend he hadn’t heard them. He didn’t want to think about it—he fought hard not to. But eventually, he made a decision.

He didn’t want a paternity test.

To him, Zoren was his son, and no piece of paper would change that. Some might’ve called it noble or heroic, but Old Mrs. Pierson knew the truth:

Her son didn’t want his world to collapse all at once.

Naylani—the love of his life—had already betrayed him in the cruelest way. She tried to kill their son. She hurt him and left him to burn in a fire.

That wasn’t the woman Enzo had fallen in love with. But it had happened. And even if it tore him apart, Enzo made the choice to be a father... and turn his back on his wife.

He still loved her, but he could never forgive her.

But a test result, one that confirmed Zoren wasn’t his son?

That was too terrifying. Not because he feared losing Zoren, but because he feared everything he had believed in—their love, their bond, their life—would be exposed as a lie. He had given Naylani everything. His heart. His soul. His trust.

And he didn’t want to face the possibility that it was all built on a falsehood.

So he didn’t take the test.

But Old Mrs. Pierson did.

She understood her son’s pain, but she also knew that—for the sake of clarity and peace—someone had to know the truth. So, without telling Enzo, she arranged a paternity test.

If it came back negative, she would keep the truth buried with her. But if Naylani had lied, then Enzo deserved to know.

And thanks to her, Enzo—who had long convinced himself it didn’t matter—was able to finally breathe when she showed him the result.

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Zoren stared at the old paternity test. The paper had yellowed with age, corners slightly crumpled, but the results were crystal clear.

99.9% POSITIVE.

The test had been conducted using samples from both Enzo and Zoren.

His pupils constricted slightly, recalling the test result he had received in his previous life.

That result had not been the same.

Back then, he’d used a strand of Old Mrs. Pierson’s hair. He hadn’t had anything from Enzo to use.

Old Mrs. Pierson let out a slow breath beside him on the couch. "Renren, I don’t know why results these days get forged so easily. But I’m certain about this one. If you’d like, there are more tests done by different clinics and hospitals."

"All of them gave the same answer," she added, gesturing to the folder Butler Hubert had retrieved. "That one you’re holding... your father insisted on doing it himself. He wanted to be sure I wasn’t just giving him false hope."

Zoren remained silent, eyes fixed on the yellowed paper.

SLAP!