Female Novel
Chater 929
Chapter 929
Jonathan cast a glance at the deep blue velvet box in Henson’s hand, and asked, “When did she give
you this?”
Henson paused for a moment, “About 10 days or so ago. She said she was going on a long trip, might
not come back, so she asked me to pass this gift to you.”
Jonathan was struck, reaching out to take the box. The box was light, but his mind was heavy. What
was she trying to say?
She was not the type to give him gifts after breaking up.
10 days ago? Where was she going?
Jonathan’s mind was in a tangle. Instead of continuing his way out, he turned around with the gift box
and headed upstairs. Back in his room, he shut the door and sat on the couch.
Holding the box, he sat there with his eyes closed for a while, before slowly untying the bow on top.
As he opened the box, he felt a pang of nervousness. What could she possibly have given him? Was
she trying to make amends by sending him a gift through Henson?
As he was thinking, the box was already open. Inside was a certificate full of words, He picked it up and
realized it was a marriage certificate.
He was dumbfounded. Continuing to read, he saw his name and Estelle’s, along with a date from four
years ago.
Jonathan was totally bamboozled.
When did he ever marry Estelle?novelbin
His only marriage was a union with the Macclain family, and with Bennett Macclain’s daughter, Estelle.
Jonathan suddenly realized something. He took out his phone, found Bennett’s number, and
immediately dialed.
The call was quickly answered, with Bennett’s respectful voice coming through, “Mr. Lamont?”
Jonathan took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, and asked, “What’s your daughter’s name?”
Bennett answered reflexively, “My daughter, is it Carmella Macclain?”
Jonathan hesitated for a moment, then asked, “Who did I marry?”
Bennett finally realized what was going on, hurriedly responding, “The one who married you, Mr.
Lamont, is my other daughter, Estelle.”
Jonathan’s pupils contracted sharply, and the phone slipped from his hand.
The phone landed softly on the carpet, but the sound felt like a sledgehammer to Jonathan’s heart.
Bennett’s confused voice came from the phone on the carpet, “Mr. Lamont, why are you asking this?
Mr. Lamont? Mr. Lamont, are you still there?”
Jonathan’s face turned pale. His mind was in complete chaos, unable to think.
Inside the box, there was another piece of paper, with a row of graceful, strong writing: Let’s get a
divorce!
He was stunned, staring blankly at the words, picked up his phone, and hoarsely asked, “Why didn’t
you tell me?”
Bennett replied, confused, “Hasn’t Mr. Lamont met Estelle? I had her come to your hotel before, and
she even went to your place as a tutor.”
Jonathan hung up the phone, got up immediately. He went downstairs to get his car, and drove his
black Maybach out like a bolt of lightning.