Chapter 380 Half Truths and Hollow Trust
Once they were finally home, Jonathan felt himself begin to relax. The past few days had been anything but easy–his nerves had been stretched taut the entire time.
He hadn’t shown himself at all, keeping up the ruse. But every moment, he’d been on edge, afraid something might go wrong. Most of all, he’d been consumed by thoughts of Sierra’s safety.
And while he’d been keeping watch, another thought kept gnawing at him–Why had Quinn done all of this?
Now that it was confirmed Quinn truly had problems, Jonathan didn’t feel any relief. If anything, more questions had emerged.
He couldn’t help but wonder what role Wayne had played in all this.
His mother had once adored Quinn–so much so that she’d wanted to make her a goddaughter. But Wayne had firmly opposed it from the start.
At the time, Jonathan thought Wayne was being too harsh. But looking back now… Had Wayne already sensed something was off?
Still, if he had, why hadn’t he ever warned him?
Even when Quinn had supposedly “fallen ill,” it was Wayne who offered to take her in. Was it to keep her under surveillance- or was there another reason?
Jonathan couldn’t stop himself from overthinking it.
No one in the Wynn family was a fool. Many had tried to sow discord between him and Chase’s family, hoping to help Jose become the next head of the family. Jonathan had seen through all of that.
But now he had to wonder–were those same people involved in Quinn’s schemes, too?
He didn’t have the answers yet.
While he was lost in thought, a pair of slender, strong fingers began to gently massage his temples, trying to ease his tension.
“Stop thinking so much. Just rest for a while,” Sierra said softly, her tone full of concern.
Jonathan had too much on his shoulders. He was always thinking ahead, always guarding against threats.
Quinn’s betrayal had hit him hard. He hadn’t said much, just brushed over it once–but Sierra could still feel how disappointed he was.
Jonathan had truly treated Quinn like family. And yet, from beginning to end, she had only ever manipulated him.
“Alright,” Jonathan murmured, finally relaxing. He leaned back on the couch, tilting his head to expose his throat–something he only ever did around Sierra.
Meanwhile, at the Wynin estate, Wayne received the news.
“I’d hoped she’d grown after all these years,” he sighed. “But she’s still the same.”
Then he added, “Forget it. A woman that vicious doesn’t deserve to be the Wynn family’s matriarch.”
Wayne sighed again and asked, “And Jonathan? Is he disappointed?”
Edmund didn’t answer–he simply lowered his head. He knew this was one of those questions that didn’t require a reply.
As expected, Wayne spoke again. “It’s good for him to see the truth. He’s still young.”
Then he added, “Get ready. Jonathan will probably be coming over soon.”
Wayne thought he knew his grandson well. But surprisingly two or three days passed with na sion of Ionathan Eventually
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Jonathan looked at him and said, “Grandfather, you really think that’s an honest question?”
Wayne sighed. “I thought she had changed over the years. But I guess not…”
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So he’d known all along. And yet, he’d never said a word. Jonathan couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of amusement and bitterness.
“When did you first realize?” he asked quietly.
Wayne looked at him. “I didn’t know exactly what she was up to. I just always felt she wasn’t as innocent as she seemed.”
He continued, “And later, I noticed she was eyeing the position of matriarch. That’s when I sent her overseas. I didn’t expect you to end up in the same place by accident.”
Before Jonathan could respond, Wayne added, “I never said anything about her because I had no proof–just a feeling that she wasn’t pure of heart. And even if I had spoken up, you wouldn’t have listened.”
Back then, their grandfather–grandson relationship had been strained. Jonathan had been determined to go after Jose, and Wayne had done all he could to stop him.
That was when Jonathan left in anger.
Jonathan didn’t reveal what he thought of Wayne’s explanation. He simply rubbed his fingertips together, then asked casually, “So why did you have her stay with you this time?”
“When you’re old, you get soft,” Wayne replied easily. “I figured she had it rough. I thought I’d help if I could. Besides, I was worried she might do something reckless. I figured she’d be safer under my watch–but I was wrong.”
Jonathan immediately lost any desire to keep talking. Even now, when they were finally sitting face to face, everything between them was still half–truths–half–spoken thoughts wrapped in ambiguity.
What was real? What was false?
He couldn’t tell anymore.
