Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 29 Not His Child

Chapter 29 Not His Child

They all then directed their gaze toward the source of the sound.

They saw Jaxon standing there with a cold smirk on his stern face. He had a phone in his hand, and it

turned out that he had been filming for quite some time.

Seeing this, Beatrice slumped back instantly, her face turning ashen. She then tightly gripped her

clothes, and in the next second, her eyes rolled back, and she passed out.

As soon as Christian looked up and caught sight of Jaxon, his expression froze briefly. He squinted his

eyes, giving off an air of scrutiny and sharpness. "Jaxon?" he questioned.

It appeared as if he knew the other's whereabouts.

"Mr. Patterson, long time no see. Wait, we've never met before."

Jaxon's eyes darkened as he wore an unfamiliar smile. He softened the coldness in his gaze,

presenting himself rather amiable.

Despite their striking resemblance, it was easy to discern their distinct differences.

Christian exuded a cold indifference that kept people at a distance.

On the other hand, Jaxon had an enigmatic and mysterious personality that was difficult to decipher,

sometimes appearing distant and surprisingly approachable.

Without wasting any time, Jaxon put his phone away and approached Anastasia with determined steps.

He offered her the phone, saying, "I recorded everything in full. I think you might need it."

He had no intention of engaging in small talk with Christian.

Anastasia paused briefly, a bit surprised, but then smiled gratefully.

"That's not necessary. I don't need to justify myself to anyone," she said.

With a soft chuckle, she turned and walked away, not bothering to look at Christian.

Jaxon gave a slight smirk and then followed suit.

A split second later.

Out of nowhere, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Causing Anastasia tensed up, ready to pull

away, but Jaxon whispered, "Don't you want to deal with that woman?"

Anastasia was momentarily startled by what she heard.

She then turned her head to look at him. Her bright and clear gaze held a hint of cold scrutiny.

She couldn't help but wonder. "Why does it seem like Jaxon knows what is going on?"

Jaxon smirked, and his gaze revealed nothing of his thoughts. "Let me help you," he said casually.

As soon as they walked out, Anastasia stayed rooted, not budging. Jaxon, too, let go of her hand,

returning to his previous courteous and reserved demeanor.

Anastasia gave him a sly smile, saying, "Mr. Stanford, it seems you knew quite a bit before coming to

Zylandia, didn't you?"

She pondered, "Otherwise, how could he have immediately pulled out his phone and recorded the

video as evidence?"

Jaxon smiled, his eyes slightly narrowing as he touched his brow.

"I only wanted to protect you." NôvelDrama.Org content.

He spoke those words out of nowhere, but Anastasia remained unaffected, looking intently at his face.

Those shiny eyes had a trace of tenderness, but they felt forced. Anastasia smiled briefly and then

looked away, then averted her gaze.

"Mr. Stanford, I'll handle things on my own. There's no need for you to trouble yourself," she said and

turned as she was about to walk away.

Jaxon caught up with her, speaking gently yet profoundly, "That child of Beatrice is not Christian's."

Anastasia abruptly halted her steps, and her expression changed as she looked back at him in shock.

Jaxon approached her with composure, his imposing figure casting a shadow over her. A cold smile

played on his lips as he said, "They're all lying to you. You're the one bearing the cost in this scheme,

Ms. Graves. I genuinely want to help you."

She questioned, "What do you know?"

Anastasia's whole body trembled slightly, but she composed herself and gazed at him.

Her thoughts raced as she contemplated, "Beatrice's child isn't Christian's?

No, that can't be right.

There's no way Christian would raise another man's child.

It's ridiculous!"

As she stood there, Jaxon appeared to be harboring many secrets, evoking a sense of danger, yet she

couldn't resist the urge to uncover the truth.

Jaxon chuckled as if he had anticipated her reaction.

"I know a lot, Ms. Graves. If you doubt it, feel free to find an opportunity to confirm it."