Chapter 110: Your fake son’s trap

Kevin looked up at Hana. "Why are you afraid?" he asked. "Our friends back at our old home always said that parents had to sleep together. They couldn’t sleep separately."

Sean tilted his head. "Mother, I think we need to buy a bed much bigger than this one."

"Mother has to sleep with my father, Kevin’s father, Zahn’s father, and then the three of us." He counted them on his fingers.

Zahn nodded. "Mother, we should all sleep in one room like we used to. Now that we’ve found our respective fathers, of course you have to sleep with them too. We’re a family. How can we possibly sleep separately?" he asked innocently.

"That’s right, Mother. We also need to prepare a big blanket for tonight," Kevin added.

Hana was stunned. She hurriedly covered Kevin’s mouth. Her face turned red when she realized the head butler was watching them.

"They’re still young and don’t understand things like this. They also still need to sleep with me. I’ll sleep with them instead. Please prepare another room," she said.

Sean frowned. "Mother, didn’t the head butler say this was your room? Why do you want to move? I don’t think Kevin’s father is so stingy that he won’t even share a bed with us."

Zahn nodded, then rushed into Hana’s arms. "Mother, let’s go to sleep. I’m tired. I barely slept last night because you suddenly disappeared."

Kevin nodded as well. After removing Hana’s hand from his mouth, he looked at the head butler standing in front of them.

"What are you doing? Why are you still standing there? Starting tonight, we’ll sleep in this room with Mother and all our fathers," he ordered.

Hana held her breath. Her face grew even redder as she listened to Kevin.

The head butler looked at Kevin, whose face closely resembled his master’s. Then, he shifted his gaze to Hana and her two other sons.

"Understood. I’ll have everything prepared immediately," he replied before turning around and leaving.

Hana raised her hand, intending to stop him. However, Zahn and Sean had already wrapped their arms around her legs, their eyes growing heavy with sleep.

"Mother, let’s go to bed. I’m really tired."

Seeing that the bedroom door had already closed, Hana blinked several times.

"It seems like there’s going to be a huge misunderstanding soon," she murmured softly.

Meanwhile, Tino sat in a chair behind his desk at the Nair family’s old residence in the Melvin Continent.

Although the residence had been left empty for a long time after Tino left to serve as the Head of the Supervisory Council in the Niko Continent, it was still well maintained. His only acknowledged son and grandson had chosen to live elsewhere rather than in the Nair family residence, but his men had always kept the house in good condition.

Tino closed his eyes for a moment, trying to readjust to the atmosphere of the place. Not long afterward, one of his subordinates entered carrying a stack of documents.

He approached and placed the documents in front of Tino.

"Sir," he greeted him.

Tino opened his eyes and nodded. He immediately picked up the documents that had just been handed to him.

"Does this include all the information I requested? Is anything missing?" he asked.

His subordinate nodded. "Yes, Sir. We’ve even double-checked everything five times."

His expression changed slightly before he bowed his head even lower.

"All the results are right in front of you."

Tino glanced at him briefly before lowering his head again and opening the stack of documents.

He quickly flipped through the pages. However, his hand finally stopped when he reached the last page.

"Are you sure?" Tino looked up at his subordinate.

"How many times did you conduct this test?" he asked again, his breathing beginning to quicken.

Without realizing it, he clenched the paper in his hand.

His subordinate lowered his head even further. "Sir, I’ve confirmed it myself. We also conducted examinations at five different locations. However, every test produced the same result."

"Ask the Health Department of the Melvin Continent’s Supervisory Council, which is under Ghani Wen’s control, to examine it one more time."

He paused briefly before continuing, "Tell him I’ll offer a substantial reward afterward."

His subordinate nodded. "Understood, Sir."

Tino immediately stood up. He picked up the medicine on the desk that his subordinate had just left behind and swallowed several pills at once.

His hand clutched his chest as he looked up at the photograph hanging on the wall.

His eyes narrowed.

"I must be right. How could I have made such a grave mistake?" he muttered.

Night fell.

The Nair family’s usually quiet residence was now heavily guarded by Tino’s men.

Ghani Wen arrived with several of his subordinates in a convoy of high-end vehicles equipped with bulletproof armor.

As soon as they reached the entrance of the residence, Ghani stepped out of his car. He adjusted his coat and glanced at the black watch wrapped around his wrist.

The corners of his mouth tightened slightly. Not long afterward, the residence’s door opened, and the Nair family’s head butler appeared.

The man approached Ghani and bowed respectfully.

"Head of the Supervisory Council, Sir has been waiting for you in the living room. Please follow me," he said.

Ghani nodded and followed the head butler into the residence.

The house was enormous and luxurious. Family photographs were displayed in almost every corner.

Ghani’s gaze fell on a photograph of himself with his son. Beside them was a baby being held by a woman.

Ghani let out a quiet snort before continuing down the hallway.

"Have you been waiting for me long?" he asked as soon as he arrived in front of Tino.

Tino stared at him for a few moments. "You came alone? I never expected you to come all the way here yourself to handle the Nair family’s affairs."

Ghani immediately sat down on the sofa opposite Tino.

The subordinate standing behind him placed a stack of documents on the table, then left with the residence’s head butler.

"You gave me some very important information this morning. Besides, this matter concerns you as well, a former Head of the Supervisory Council. How could I possibly leave such a complicated task to my subordinates?"

Ghani picked up a cigarette from the table, lit it, and took a slow drag.

Smoke curled through the room. A few moments later, Ghani looked at Tino again.

A mocking smile appeared on his face.

"Tino Nair, who would have thought you could be this stupid?"

He took another drag before placing the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the table.

"You protected that person with everything you had, even erasing all information about them just to prevent anyone from harming them."

Ghani pushed the stack of documents in front of him toward Tino.

"In the end, you walked straight into your own son’s trap." He paused briefly, then corrected himself in a sarcastic tone. "No. I mean, your fake son’s trap."