Novel Name : Ex-Husband Wants Badly To Resume Their Marriage

Chapter 302: Either You or I Am Lying.

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Talon slowly said, "Ms.Allyson, your mother should be Tavis' wife.Maybe she took the pocket watch and

photos from Doris."

When Mr.Jones heard this, he was unhappy, "You're not making any sense.Ms.Allyson looks so much

like Doris, so she must be Doris' daughter.How could she be..."

"Mr.Jones,’ Talon interrupted him, "Doris' daughter is Natalia.I know this better than anyone else.If you

don't believe me, I can take Natalia to do a paternity test."

Mr.Jones held his walking stick and did not say anything.

Talon showed the photo to him and said calmly, "I think you also know how much they hate me.If Doris

had this photo, she wouldn't have done this."

Talon referred to the fact that the photo was scratched and the scratched part was where a man's face

was.

"The picture was scratched by Josh.My mother died when I was very young,’ Sharon said.

Natalia continued, "If I remember correctly, Ms.Allyson, you also have a younger brother, right?"

Before Natalia could finish her words, Sharon understood what Natalia implied.

Sharon looked Natalia in the eye, and smiled, "Yes"

Natalia added, "Ms.Allyson, I don't know why you came with the pocket watch, but my mother died in

an accident twenty years ago.Moreover, my mother only has one daughter.Thus, I don't think you can

get what you want."

"Miss Beale, what do you mean?"

Sharon said indifferently, "I find this watch in my mother's belongings and find out it has something to

do with Mr.Beale, so I'm here to ask him a few questions.Don't be nervous, Miss Beale."

Talon said, "Ms.Allyson, now that you have all you need, can you return the pocket watch to me? I don't

know who your mother is, and I don't want to dredge up the past.However, since it belongs to Doris,

Ms.Allyson, you should give it back to me.’ Sharon said slowly, "This is left by my mother, so it won't be

fake, and I won't give it to anyone else.However, Mr.Beale, you said it belongs to your wife.This proves

either you or I am lying.Do you agree with me?"

"Ms.Allyson..."

Natalia said unhappily.

Mr.Jones gestured Natalia to keep silent, and said, "I don't think what Ms.Allyson said is wrong.Talon,

that explosion created too much mysteries.Maybe someone changed Doris' daughter.We'd better not

draw a conclusion now.Ms.Allyson and Doris look alike while Natalia looks like you.I think it's too

strange, so we should get to the bottom of this."

"Why bother to do this? Why not do a paternity test...?"

Talon gave a faint smile and said, "Yes, Mr.Jones is right.We should investigate it carefully."

Natalia frowned, not knowing why Talon agreed to such an absurd reason.

Sharon added, "Before I find out the truth, I want to move to the Beale's.’’

Talon remained silent, but Natalia suddenly stood up and said coldly, "Impossible!"

Sharon looked up at her and said calmly, "Miss Beale, you have no right to refuse.We are all the same

now."

"How dare you..."

Talon interrupted Natalia, "You can live with us.However, if it turns out that you have nothing to do with

Doris, I hope you can apologize publicly."

"Alright."

Sharon smiled, "But if it's proved that my mother is your wife, Miss Beale should apologize to me.Apart

from that, I hope she can move out of the Beale's and never claim to be one of the Beales or the Beale

Group."

Before Natalia could say anything, Talon said, "Okay."

Mr.Jones nodded, "I agree.Even if Ms.Allyson isn't Doris’ daughter, she should be a member of the

Beale family.It's reasonable for her to live in the Beale's."

Natalia knew that no matter what she said, it was useless, so she rushed out angrily.

Mr.Jones stood up with his walking stick and said to Sharon, "Sharon, please take me out."

"Alright."

Just as Mr.Jones took a few steps with the help of Sharon, Talon said, "Ms.Allyson."

Sharon turned around with a cold look, "Mr.Beale, is there anything else?"

Talon said, "If your mother is Doris, then you are also my daughter.You should call me ‘Dad'."

Sharon said in a plain voice, "If you are my father, I won't call you that, because you have never been

responsible for me.I just want what I deserve."

Her attitude, coupled with the reason she gave, was perfect.

She helped Mr.Jones out of the hall.

As they walked down the stairs, Mr.Jones said ina deep voice, "Although he has agreed that you can

live in the Beale's, it is inevitable that he will cause trouble for you.You must be careful."

Sharon pursed her lips and said, "Mr.Jones..."

Mr.Jones patted her on the shoulder with affection, "Trust me.You're definitely Doris’ daughter.However,

there are some things that I can't tell you right now.You'll know them in the future."

Talon conceded because he had no choice.

What he said later meant nothing.

It was just a show.

He knew he shouldn't quarrel with and confront Sharon now.

"I didn't expect you and Doris to have survived that explosion.Tell me what happened to you after that?"

Mr.Jones looked at Sharon gratefully.

Sharon opened her mouth, but didn't know where to start.

Mr.Jones also realized something, so he smiled and skipped this topic, saying, "Well, it doesn't really

matter anymore.If he knows you are still alive, he will be very happy."

"Who?"

Sharon was confused.

Mr.Jones did not answer this question, but said, "It's courageous of you to question Talon on such an

occasion today.From now on, everyone in South City may discuss this matter and there will be many

people waiting for the result, so Talon won't dare to openly do anything to you.You can live in the

Beale's.As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is also the safest.Just call me when you need

help.’ Sharon nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr.Jones: After helping Mr.Jones to the car, Sharon

couldn't help asking, "Mr.Jones, can I ask you a question?"

Mr.Jones nodded, "Go ahead."

After a pause, Sharon said, "Is Talon..."

Mr.Jones coughed and interrupted her.

Then, he smiled and said, "Don't overthink.Time will tell."

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