Chapter 2180: Chapter 2180

"No, no, no, it won’t be ... Skye Brown might just be retreating to advance, playing hard to get. Ian Moore, you mustn’t panic, stay calm."

Grandpa didn’t know his grandson had already regained his memory, some things he did not want to mention in Dylan Wellington’s presence.

Mr. Wellington thought, Skye Brown is, after all, Molly Wellington’s biological mother.

Molly wouldn’t easily give up on this relationship, even if not for his grandson, for his great-granddaughter’s sake.

Not to mention, she’s back now, previously she got the certificate with his grandson, and she’s pregnant again.

In her heart for his grandson, she probably still has feelings.

As long as there are two children around, Skye Brown should not give up on Ian Moore. Yes, it must be this way.

Thinking this, Mr. Wellington said: "Tomorrow’s wedding... if you insist on marrying her, considering the child in her belly, Grandpa may first acquiesce, but... the marriage certificate cannot be obtained first, it should wait until the child is born, then tested the DNA."

He must ensure that the child is Dylan Wellington’s son.

After all, Ian Moore has not had that ability for many years, if Skye Brown takes advantage of this weakness and replaces with another man’s child, then the Wellington family’s bloodline would be confused.

At this point, it’s Mr. Wellington’s greatest concession.

He cannot retreat any further.

However, after listening to Grandpa, Dylan Wellington sneered: "Grandpa, speaking of testing DNA... is an insult to Skye Brown. The wedding will still take place, obtaining the certificate is our own business. If you insist on testing DNA, regardless of the result, in the future... when the two children grow up, I will convey your words to them unchanged."

In other words, he would tell Molly Wellington and the other unborn child that their great-grandfather suspected their identity.

For the Wellington family who values family legacy and bloodline connection, it is undoubtedly a fatal threat to Mr. Wellington.

He hopes that descendants would admire him and respect him.

And does not hope they would know that their great-grandfather once doubted their bloodline.

This is not only a suspicion of them but also of their mother... Mr. Wellington is deeply aware that this is denial and insult to Skye Brown and even the child.

Today’s Dylan Wellington, what’s wrong?

In the past, he was filial to Mr. Wellington, even if he was unrestrained, he rarely contradicted Grandpa.

But today, it’s one after another of direct moves, every word impactful, every sentence hitting Grandpa’s inner line of defense.

Several years have passed... Mr. Wellington has now reached the age of enjoying his life.

His inherent toughness diluted by years, instead more longing for harmonious family and grandchildren surrounding him.

Back in the day, he could heartlessly watch Dylan Wellington go on a hunger strike, unwavering.

It has now become hesitant.

Family background is indeed important, but if it leads to a situation of utter desolation... his son is already unfilial, if even the grandson is estranged, and the future great-grandson, great-granddaughter resents him...

Grandpa’s staunch attitude, strict hardness, finally showed a bit of looseness.

He stared at Dylan Wellington, after a long pause, slowly nodded: "Okay... I can agree not to test the DNA, I might even leave your marriage alone. But there’s only one condition... Ian Moore, you... must ensure Skye Brown gives birth to this child. Our Wellington family has no successors, this child cannot be lost."

Dylan Wellington’s eyes deepened, lips curving: "Don’t worry, Grandpa, I know what to do."

Upstairs, Skye Brown returned to the room absent-mindedly, almost not knowing how she got back.

After hearing the conversation between the Wellington family grandfather and grandson, her heart went cold.

Even though she was prepared for those words, hearing them was still absurd.

In the Wellington family, she was always nothing.

She should have realized this earlier.

Thinking of this, Skye Brown looked at the bed, at Molly sleeping soundly.

In her eyes, determination set in.

Molly, Mommy will take you away... we’ll leave together...

She whispered as she watched little Molly.

[Stopping for today, see you tomorrow night at 6:00~]