Chapter 319: True Origins and Family

Chapter 319: Chapter 319: True Origins and Family

"Related to the Prescott family?"

Sienna was surprised for a moment and asked in confusion, "Why would you say that? Ian did approach me before, thinking I looked like his long-lost sister, but we did two DNA tests, and both showed no biological relation.

"Besides, the second DNA test was done in strict secrecy. Only Ian, Javier, and I knew about it, just to prevent anyone from tampering with the results. But when they came out, they still showed that I have no connection to the Prescotts."

Pausing, a look of disgust washed over Sienna’s face. "Although I despise the Everett family and Morgan Everett, I can’t deny that the three paternity tests I did with them in the past all proved that I’m Morgan’s biological daughter."

As a result, many people were now saying that she had inherited Morgan’s ugliness and despicability in her blood. They used phrases like "like father, like daughter." Yesterday, Julian had to use heavy-handed methods to delete such comments online.

In real life, people were probably gossiping about it over meals and tea. Fortunately, she didn’t care about the judgment of outsiders. She found these remarks far-fetched and didn’t let them affect her mood.

Recalling the comments questioning and criticizing Sienna, Julian’s eyes glinted with hostility, settling into a layer of icy frost.

Seeing his indignant expression, Sienna knew he was feeling sorry for her again. She quickly said, "Anyway, those comments have all been deleted. Plus, Morgan is already in prison. He won’t be an eyesore to me anymore, and I never have to see his ugly face again!

"When I was a kid, I used to fantasize about finding my own family one day because I envied other children for having parents... Now that I’ve grown up, my mindset has changed. After everything that happened with the Everetts, I’m not that obsessed with it anymore. Besides..."

Sienna leaned closer to him, her eyes curving into a smile. "I have you now. You’re so good to me, and I feel like my life is getting more and more on track."

Her unfortunate past in the Everett family had been left behind. Never again would it drag her back into that dark, lightless swamp.

Julian leaned over and pressed his forehead against hers, exuding omnipresent tenderness and care. He chuckled softly. "Am I really that good to you?"

"Of course you are!"

"But I don’t think it’s enough." Julian kissed her between the eyebrows in an extremely cherishing manner. He wanted to treat her exponentially better and heal all her past misfortunes.

Sienna’s heart skipped a beat. His seemingly plain words made her heart flutter uncontrollably.

She stared fixedly at the man and feigned arrogance. "Fine then. Since you’re so good to me, I guess I’ll bully you a little less from now on."

Julian raised an eyebrow. "Bully me less?"

"Yeah." Sienna playfully counted on her fingers. "We used to argue, so we’ll argue less in the future. I used to boss you around a lot when we were kids, so I’ll do that less too... If you have any complaints about me, just say them!"

Julian’s lips curled into a slight smile. "Actually, I quite like it when you boss me around."

Sienna was stunned. She blinked and asked, "You don’t happen to be a masochist, do you?"

Julian was speechless.

"Sienna. Everett." He called out her full name, enunciating every syllable. It was domineering and dangerous.

Sienna shivered and immediately changed her tune. She planted a hard kiss on his chin and whined affectionately, "I was just joking! Of course I know you’re good to me. I’m not stupid!"

The "not-stupid" Sienna leaned in and kissed him again.

Right in the middle of their kiss, her phone rang. It was Isabelle Sutton. Sienna got up to answer it.

It was nothing urgent, just some casual chat between friends.

Watching her laughing and talking with Isabelle, Julian lowered his eyes and glanced at his own phone. He had asked Sienna if she ever thought she might be related to the Prescotts because he had found out some things about Ophelia Warren.

Ophelia was quite composed. Even after her reputation was ruined, she remained cautious and didn’t associate with anyone suspicious. He had his subordinates use special methods to expand the scope of the investigation, and only then did they uncover some of Ophelia’s past.

The investigation showed that the people Ophelia interacted with were all very ordinary and had no issues. After multiple rounds of screening and comparison, they found that Ophelia occasionally contacted a middle-aged man. The two didn’t seem close, making it easy to overlook him. However, this middle-aged man was connected to the Prescott family. His last name was Dunn, and his full name was Theodore Dunn.

Julian watched Sienna sitting on the edge of the bed talking on the phone with Isabelle. Pausing, he got up and walked out to the balcony. Leaning his tall figure against the pillar, he took out his phone and dialed Ian Prescott’s number.

The call connected quickly.

Looking at the unfamiliar number displayed on the screen, Ian’s voice remained calm and composed. "Hello."

"It’s me, Julian Forrester."

Standing on the balcony, Julian looked at the bright moon hanging over the sea in the night sky. His expression was flat, revealing no emotion.

"Julian? How did you get my number?" Ian narrowed his eyes.

Although he had a great relationship with Sienna, and the Prescott family had collaborated with the Forresterer Group, his personal relationship with Julian was quite ordinary, with virtually no overlap.

"Is it that hard to find your number?" Julian replied to Ian’s question.

Ian was speechless. He thought, "Very well."

He suddenly curled the corners of his mouth into a sinister smile. "Do you believe that tomorrow I’ll whisper in Sienna’s ear, tell her to ignore you, and teach you a good lesson?"

Julian was caught off guard. He glanced back at Sienna, who was lying on the bed in the room. Whatever she was saying to Isabelle on the phone, a bright, beautiful smile flowed from her eyes and brows.

Looking at the girl’s radiant smile, Julian’s gaze turned soft and affectionate. He lazily responded to Ian’s sinister threat, "Do you really think you can drive a wedge between Sienna and me?"

Ian put on a relaxed, confident front. "I only know that I have a real knack for talking nonsense."

Now it was Julian’s turn to be speechless.

Letting out a breath, the sly old fox Ian asked in a good mood, "For Mr. Forrester to call me personally this late, there must be something important."

He wasn’t naive enough to think Julian was just calling to bond.

Julian indeed had business. He retracted his gaze from Sienna. He leaned casually against the balcony pillar, holding the phone in one hand while slipping the other into his trouser pocket. The night breeze ruffled his black hair and shirt, fully exposing his exquisite and handsome brow bone.

Since it concerned Sienna, Julian couldn’t be bothered to beat around the bush and stated his purpose directly. "Theodore Dunn. He’s a man from your Prescott family."

He used a declarative tone, not an interrogative one.

"Theodore Dunn..." Ian had always been sharp. In the blink of an eye, he realized something. Julian would never call for no reason, and since he mentioned Theodore, then...

Ian’s expression grew serious, and his tone turned solemn. "Theodore is our family’s private doctor. What’s wrong with him?"

Julian said, "There’s a problem with him."