Give Up, Mr. Lawyer! This is Not Your Child-Chapter 147: Aunt Mason

Jules listened, her expression growing more serious, and she firmly grasped Jean’s hand in reverse, with a strong grip.

"Don’t worry."

"I will absolutely never let Justin Holden know about Jesse’s background."

"Him? Hmph, he doesn’t deserve to be Jesse’s father."

She released her hand, crossing her arms in front of her chest, her mouth curled with clear disdain.

"I’ve heard some things about the Holden family’s mess, there’s a woman with the last name Sutton who’s pregnant, and it’s spreading outside that she’s destined to be Mrs. Holden. I didn’t think much of it before, but looking at it now, Justin Holden is really something else. On one hand, he’s entangled with you, and on the other, he’s got another woman pregnant. Such a person doesn’t deserve a daughter as good as our Jesse."

Jean lowered her head, looking at the tips of her shoes, her voice very soft.

"There’s another more tricky issue, Leah Sutton knows Jesse’s background."

Jules gasped sharply, her eyes sharp.

"She knows? How does she know, did you tell her?"

Jean shook her head.

"She did a paternity test for Jesse and Justin Holden, but she said she wouldn’t say anything since it doesn’t benefit her."

"Doesn’t benefit her?"

Jules let out a cold laugh, her eyes filled with distrust.

"Jean, don’t be too naive. I’ve seen plenty of these dirty affairs in wealthy families. A woman like Leah Sutton, able to carry Justin Holden’s child, her mind is definitely not simple. She’s not speaking now because her own position isn’t stable, the child hasn’t been born yet. Once she truly secures her place as Mrs. Holden with a son, see if she will still keep quiet."

Jules leaned closer to Jean, speaking urgently.

"Jesse is Justin Holden’s bloodline, the eldest daughter, even without a name or status, according to the law, she also has inheritance rights."

"To Leah Sutton, this is a thorn. She’s not making a move on you now because she hasn’t had the chance."

"Once she gains a foothold in the Holden family, the first thing she’ll want to eliminate is Jesse, this potential threat."

"You’re in Gresten, unfamiliar with the place and far away, if anything happens, even if you die, it would be silent, who would care?"

"You can’t go to Gresten, find a different place, you and Jesse go to the United States, I have a house there, you and Jesse can stay, the car is ready too."

Jean’s face went pale from Jules’ words, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.

She hadn’t thought of this point.

Jules observed her fearful appearance, her tone softened a little.

"It’s not enough just to go to the United States, you need to have a secure place and reliable people."

She pondered for a moment, her eyes lighting up.

"Right, do you remember Aunt Mason? She worked for the Caldwell family for decades, watched you grow up, and after the Caldwell family incident, wasn’t she taken to the United States for retirement by her son?"

Jean looked up, a glimmer of light also flashing in her eyes.

"Aunt Mason? I remember, her son seems to work in New York."

"Exactly!"

Jules nodded affirmatively.

"When you get to the United States, try to contact Aunt Mason. With her by your side, at least she’s someone trustworthy who knows you well, who can look after you and discuss things when anything happens. It’s better than being completely in the dark with Jesse."

Jean thought for a moment, feeling it was indeed a viable plan.

Aunt Mason had looked after her since she was young, they had deep feelings, and she was honest and reliable.

She nodded: "Alright. Once I get to the United States, I’ll try to contact Aunt Mason. With her there, I can feel a bit more at ease."

Jules looked at Jean, sighed, and reached out to smooth her hair away from her forehead.

"Rest assured, things will resolve themselves when the time comes."

"The most important thing now is to take good care of your mom’s health and then leave safely with Jesse. We won’t get involved in the Holden family’s mess, and from now on, just pretend you and Justin Holden never knew each other."

Jean looked at her cousin, her eyes slightly warm.

She said softly: "Thank you, cousin."

Jules waved her hand: "There’s no need to thank me, Jesse is like my daughter too. Alright, the child has played enough, take her back. Remember what I said, once you’re in the United States, contact Aunt Mason first."

Jean nodded and turned to walk towards the play area to call Jesse.

Jules stood in place, watching Jean leave with Jesse, but her brows remained furrowed.

Of all people, Jesse’s father had to be Justin Holden.

She’d seen him a few times in court, he wasn’t a fool. Sooner or later, Justin would figure out Jesse’s background.

The supermarket broadcast announced that closing time was approaching, and Jules composed her thoughts, picked up her shopping basket, and moved in another direction.

In the evening, Jean and Jesse came out of the supermarket, carrying a few heavy shopping bags.

Jesse was very excited, pointing at the items in the bags with her small finger, looking up and speaking to Jean.

"Mom, look, Uncle Holden used to always buy me this flavor of chips."

After a while, she pointed to another bag of drinks: "That juice, Uncle Holden has it at home too."

Jean Ellison listened to her daughter’s words, her gaze calmly looking ahead, without responding.

The snacks she bought were chosen based on her and Jesse’s preferences, with the shopping bag mostly filled with various ingredients for the hot pot she planned to cook that night.

Fresh leafy vegetables, mushrooms, a few boxes of beef and lamb rolls, and a packet of hot pot base.

She deliberately avoided all of Justin Holden’s preferred flavors.

"Jesse, Uncle Paxton is coming over for dinner tonight, how about we have hot pot together?"

Jean Ellison changed the subject, looking down to give her daughter a gentle smile.

Jesse was immediately attracted, clapping her hands happily.

"Sure, I like having dinner with Uncle Paxton, he tells me police stories."

The mother and daughter talked as they walked to the old apartment building where they rented.

Jean Ellison was surprised to find Philip Paxton already waiting there.

He was in casual clothes, standing upright at the entrance, with a not-small transparent plastic bag at his feet, containing extra fresh meat rolls, handmade fish balls, frozen tofu, and some tofu skins.

"Officer Paxton?" Jean Ellison quickened her pace to approach, "Why did you come so early and buy so many things?"

Philip Paxton turned around at the sound, his smile steady.

"I got off work and it’s on the way, so I went to the market. I saw these were quite fresh, so I bought a bit."

"Didn’t you have a key? Why didn’t you go upstairs?"

Jean Ellison asked him.

"I do have a key, but now you and Jesse live here, it wouldn’t be right to let myself in. I called you, but you didn’t pick up, so I guessed you were probably taking Jesse to the supermarket."

"I just waited downstairs for a bit, and got some fresh air."

Jean Ellison suddenly recalled that before going to the supermarket, she had put her phone on silent mode.

She quickly took her phone out from her bag, and indeed saw several missed calls from Philip Paxton on the screen.

Seeing him standing quietly in the cool evening breeze with things in hand, a complex warmth surged in Jean Ellison’s heart.

He was always like this, considerate and thoughtful.

"Seriously, have you been waiting long? Hurry up, come up, it’s a bit chilly outside."

Jean Ellison’s tone carried a hint of apology as she hurriedly took out her keys.

"Not long, just a little while."

Philip Paxton picked up the bag on the ground, his tone light.

The three of them walked up the stairs together. Jesse jumped ahead happily.

When they reached the door, Jean Ellison opened it, and Jesse darted in first.

Philip Paxton placed the ingredients at the kitchen entrance but didn’t step in immediately, standing at the entrance courteously asking.

"Should I change my shoes?"

"No need to be so polite, come on in, it’s not that formal."

Jean Ellison quickly beckoned him.

Only then did Philip Paxton enter the living room, naturally rolling up his shirt sleeves.

"Let me help wash and chop vegetables, I’m good at this."

Shortly after they went upstairs, Isabel Dalton, carrying a bag of daily necessities she bought from a nearby shop, also approached this building.

From afar, she saw a familiar tall figure.

Philip Paxton.

He was walking with Jean Ellison and Jesse into the building, chatting and laughing.

Jean Ellison carried the supermarket shopping bags, Jesse cheerfully following beside her, while Philip Paxton carried another bag, the scene strikingly harmonious and warm, like a real family of three.

Isabel Dalton stopped in her tracks.

She watched their backs fade into the hallway, her eyes dull and lifeless.

She stood there, gazing for a few seconds at the closed apartment door, sighed softly, lowered her head, and turned away silently with her things.

She understood well Philip Paxton’s feelings for Jean Ellison and knew she never truly entered his heart.

If in the end, he could be with Jean Ellison, though her heart would feel a little sour, she would choose to give her blessing.

Philip Paxton’s feelings for Jean Ellison were clear as day. Although he publicly said Jean Ellison was his cousin, in reality, his feelings for her had long surpassed that of a cousin.

Upstairs, the narrow kitchen was quite lively.

Jean Ellison and Philip Paxton busily worked, one washing fresh vegetables, the other skillfully slicing lamb with a small knife.

Jesse sat on the living room floor, playing with a new puzzle bought from the supermarket, occasionally looking up to check on her mom in the kitchen.