True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)
Chapter 314

Grace's blood turned cold. She couldn't believe the phone call she had just received was real.

Ernest Jones, Heinz Jones.

There were very few people in Northern City with the surname Jones, why didn't she think of that from the beginning? Grace was a little shocked. She suddenly grew weak, and her soul seemed to have left her body.

She sat on the bed and couldn't regain her composure for the longest time.

He already had a son, no wonder he asked her that question back then.

How dare he humiliated her like that when he had a son himself? What right did he have to do so?

Was it because he was financially stronger so he could be so arrogant?

An unprecedented chill swept through Grace's whole body. Her blood ran cold, and she couldn't feel a trace of warmth.

Her whole heart was filled with uneasiness and bewilderment, as well as despair. The feeling of being broken to pieces overcame her again and the scattered fragments of memories appeared in her mind bit by bit.

This lovely child, Ernest was actually Heinz's son.

What a small world!

Why did she get involved with Heinz and his child?

The sky was overcast, and it was getting dark outside. Grace felt so depressed she couldn't breathe.

She clenched her fists at her sides until her knuckles turned white. It was as if her heart had been swallowed. She felt as though she was on top of a cliff. One wrong step and she would fall off the cliff and drown.

She tried her best to control her emotions but her heart was struggling.

It would spell the end of her fantasy.

This was how it turned out.

She and Heinz were indeed not suitable for each other.

He was lying to her. Even though she hid a secret from him, Little Gary was his son after all. Now, there was another one, Ernest.

Grace wondered in a self-deprecating way, whether this was a man who didn't like getting himself involved with women, or a man who fooled around with women everywhere he went.

If he had a girlfriend before, did that mean he had the child with that girlfriend?

Or was this child born out of wedlock with some random woman?

Ernest's looks somewhat resembled Heinz's. If he were to say that Ernest was not his son, she wouldn't believe it at all.

Thinking about it now, she felt that Ernest looked very similar to Heinz.

She was suspicious before, probably because she had thought that Heinz was not that type of person.

Now, she felt a lot of pain in her heart, so much pain that there wasn't even a glimmer of hope.

She bit her lip.

As the sound of footsteps approached, she immediately grasped the bed sheets subconsciously. She bunched it up tightly, then let it go, and did this repeatedly.

Heinz pushed the door open and walked in. When he saw Grace, he said softly with a smile in his eyes, "Are you hungry? Do you want to go down and eat something?"

Grace didn't say answer him. She lowered her eyes, then slowly lifted them up. Her eyes were dark as she stared at Heinz, without a trace of warmth.

Not only was it ice cold, but it was also deadly silent.

Heinz's heart skipped a beat and he felt that something was wrong.

He looked at Grace and asked hesitantly, "Grace, what's wrong?"

Grace looked at Heinz without expression as if he was a stranger to her. Her eyes were soulless as she stared at him with no emotion.

This made Heinz very uncomfortable.

He frowned and walked over. He knelt in front of Grace and looked up.

At close range, he saw that Grace's face was pale so he reached out to pull her hand. As he pulled, he saw that her hand was clenched into a fist, and her nails sunk into the palm of her hand, it went it so deep that it was bleeding.

Heinz's eyes were filled with astonishment, asking, "Grace, what's wrong ?"

He quickly pulled Grace's hands away and realize that her face got even paler.

Heinz was even more shocked at the sight of this. He urged worriedly, "Grace, say something. Say something please."

Grace took a deep breath as she opened her mouth. As the air entered, she felt as if it was daggers slashing at her throat.

Like steel knife that was one foot long, stabbing her throat suddenly, all the way into her internal organs.

"Grace?" Heinz exclaimed again.

He was very worried. Looking at her, it seemed that her soul had left her body.

Grace lowered her head and couldn't face Heinz. Her eyes were misty, and very quickly, the mist turned to tears, falling down her cheeks.

Pitter-patter-

Heinz's hands were wet from her tears and he looked baffled.

"Grace, what's wrong with you? Talk to me. Even if you want to sentence me to death, you'd still have to say it right?" He said.

Grace raised her eyes, which were full of desolation and weeping. Her eyes were really wet, and her face was full of tears.

She couldn't see Heinz, there was only darkness in front of her. Anyway, she didn't want to see clearly.

"Heinz." Grace finally choked and said, "I don't want to be with you anymore. Stop pestering me."

"Why?" Heinz looked at her in complete puzzlement. He felt surprised. She had already shown signs of softening before. Although she didn't give an affirmative answer, she was almost there. But why did she change so suddenly?

He couldn't believe it.

Heinz shook his head emotionally and said, "No, Grace, you promised me just now. Why did you change your mind in a blink of an eye? You can't go back on your words."

A smile appeared on Grace's tearful face, she felt cold and desperate, she could only feel sorry for herself.

She reached out and wiped her tears. Only then did she see Heinz's face clearly.

Her eyes were filled with sadness and desolation as she watched Heinz quietly, not saying a word.

Facing Grace's big clear eyes, Heinz felt as though his soul was being interrogated.

He sighed and said, "You need to let me know why."

"Ernest Jones," Grace opened her mouth and answered with the two simple words.

Heinz was stunned as he looked at her in perplexity, "How... how did you know about Ernest?"

"He's your son," Grace said word by word.

Heinz nodded and shook his head. "He's my son, but not my biological son.11

Grace burst into laughter and burst into tears again as she said, "He's not your biological son? Do you want to lie to me again? You really are a serial liar, a blatant one at that. Ernest looks like you. How dare you say that he's not your son? Oh, not your biological son?

Heinz, what's the point of this?

Let me tell you, no matter what you do, I won't have any contact with you anymore. I can't afford to have anything to do with you, and I'll hide from you, okay?" Grace let it all out. Heinz felt wronged and explained, "Ernest is not my biological child, I adopted him."

"I don't believe you," Grace stood up immediately.

Heinz also stood up and asked, "Grace, where are you going?"

Grace tried her best to push him away and snapped, "Whether he is your son or not, it doesn't matter. I don't want to see you anymore."

Heinz's heart tightened. Once again, he stepped forward and grabbed Grace. "You can't leave. Grace, what I said is the truth."

"Then, show me the DNA report." Grace uttered her words distinctly, "I'll only believe in hard evidence."