Give Up, Mr. Lawyer! This is Not Your Child-Chapter 155: They Are the Real Family

Diana Sawyer’s voice was calm: "If that accident hadn’t happened, she and her unborn child wouldn’t have died."

He paused, his gaze vacantly falling into the air.

"The doctor said it was a daughter, already over two months old."

Jean Ellison’s heart was clenched tightly.

She finally understood why Diana Sawyer always looked at Jesse with such focus.

In that gaze was a father’s infinite longing and deep regret for a daughter he never met.

If that child had been born safely, she would be about Jesse’s age now.

Diana Sawyer turned around and walked to the window, his back straight yet solitary.

"She and I were university classmates," he continued, "like me, she came from a poor background, and it was with the help of kind sponsors that we could study abroad."

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, bitterly.

"She was more talented than I, truly a genius, her dream..."

He paused, spoke clearly.

"was to return home after her studies and work in water conservation and flood control."

Jean Ellison listened quietly, as if a vision of a woman with vast dreams appeared before her eyes.

Such a brilliant life cut short, it was immensely heartrending.

"In recent days, I really didn’t understand why you always stared at Jesse," Jean Ellison said softly, feeling the atmosphere too heavy to disturb further, "Thank you for sharing this with me, I’ll head out now."

Diana Sawyer nodded slightly: "Okay, I’ll walk you downstairs."

The two walked out of the office one after the other.

Taking the elevator downstairs, neither spoke again.

The reflection in the elevator’s mirror showed Diana Sawyer’s calm profile and Jean Ellison’s thoughtful expression.

Arriving at the spacious and bright ground-floor lobby, Diana Sawyer’s assistant, a smartly dressed white gentleman, quickly approached.

"Mr. Sawyer," David said respectfully, "the representatives from the law firm we hired have arrived."

Just then, the heavy frosted glass door on the other side of the lobby was pushed open from outside by the receptionist.

A man in a well-tailored black suit stepped inside.

He was tall and straight, with clean, crisp shoulder lines, and his suit was immaculate without a single crease.

The collar of his pure white shirt was buttoned tightly, with a silk tie in a calm, deep blue hue around his neck.

He held a black leather briefcase in his hand, his steps steady and swift, the sound of his heels tapping sharply against the marble floor.

His handsome face was strikingly impactful, with prominent and defined features, a taut jawline, exuding a cold disposition.

His brows were deep-set, his gaze sharp as a hawk, scanning the surroundings with an air of accustomed control.

He exuded a strong elite aura and an intimidating aloofness, appearing as if bathed in a spotlight, instantly becoming the focal point of the entire lobby.

Several young female employees near the reception area, busy or in conversation, almost simultaneously paused in their movements.

Some instinctively tidied their hair, while others followed him with their eyes, exchanging surprised yet restrained glances, their faces showing unmistakable admiration.

Justin Holden seemed oblivious to the surrounding stares; he walked directly toward the elevator, his target clear.

However, as his gaze swept over the lobby’s seating area, he suddenly halted.

His vision sharply captured Jean Ellison standing beside Diana Sawyer.

Those deep eyes instantly narrowed, and his sharp gaze fell on Jean Ellison’s face, filled with undisguised shock and unexpected delight.

The air in the lobby seemed to freeze at that moment.

Justin Holden’s gaze paused on Jean Ellison’s face for less than a second.

The fleeting shock and sharpness in his eyes quickly dissolved into calm indifference, as if he had seen a complete stranger.

He made no acknowledgment, not even the slightest emotional ripple, naturally shifting his gaze to Diana Sawyer.

Diana Sawyer didn’t notice the subtle, almost nonexistent interaction between the two, stepping forward and politely extending his hand to Justin Holden: "Lawyer Holden, I’ve heard so much about you. I’m Diana Sawyer."

Justin Holden extended his hand to shake with Diana Sawyer, executing a smooth gesture, maintaining a respectful yet appropriately distanced stance.

"Mr. Sawyer, a pleasure to meet you."

His voice was low and steady, betraying no trace of abnormality.

"I’m sorry for making you come all this way," Diana Sawyer said, "There are details that need to be discussed in person. Let David take you to the lounge to rest a bit, I’ll be right over after I finish a small task."

Justin Holden nodded slightly, his tone courteous and professional.

"Please, Mr. Sawyer, take your time, there’s no rush."

Throughout, he didn’t look at Jean Ellison again, as though she was nothing more than a trivial decoration in the lobby.

He turned, following assistant David towards the elevator, his pace steady and composed, his back erect and austere.

As he was about to enter the elevator, Diana Sawyer’s gentle voice came from behind him, speaking to Jean Ellison.

"Be careful on your way back, tell my mom there’s no need to make dinner tonight, I’ll bring back pizza, Jesse should like it."

Justin Holden’s step towards the elevator paused almost imperceptibly, a hesitation lasting less than half a second, then he regained his pace and stepped into the elevator.

The elevator doors slowly closed, cutting off his profile that was suddenly overlaid with a layer of frost.

Jean Ellison had been tense until Justin Holden completely disappeared into the elevator, only then did the invisible pressure dissipate, leaving her legs somewhat weak.

He acted like he didn’t know her... why?

But in any case, it temporarily avoided an awkward encounter.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Sawyer, I’ll be going now," Jean Ellison said to Diana Sawyer.

Diana Sawyer nodded: "Okay, be safe on the road."

Jean Ellison turned and quickly walked out the company door.

The sky outside was overcast, heavy clouds pressing down, the air hot and humid, foretelling an impending heavy rain.

She stood by the roadside, anxiously trying to hail a cab.

However, perhaps because it was nearing rush hour or due to the weather, there were few empty cars, and those passing by were occupied.

Seeing the large raindrops starting to fall sparsely, wetting her shoulders, Jean Ellison grew more anxious.

Just then, a black luxury sedan silently pulled up beside her and stopped suddenly.

The car door was pushed open from inside.

Before Jean Ellison could react, a well-defined large hand extended from inside the car, the platinum watch on the pale wrist flashing coldly in the drizzle.

A large hand firmly grasped her wrist, very forcefully.

Jean Ellison looked down in shock, meeting the cold, bone-chilling gaze of the person inside the car.

It was Justin Holden.

He had left the building at some point and was waiting here.

Without allowing her to struggle or call out, Justin Holden yanked forcefully, causing Jean Ellison to stumble forward.

She fell heavily onto the soft leather seat, feeling dizzy.

Immediately after, the seat beside her sank, and Justin Holden sat down, closing the car door with a "bang."

"Where are you going? I’ll take you."

Jean Ellison’s heart raced, and she instinctively shrank toward the car door, trying to distance herself from him.

She lifted her head and looked at the man beside her.

Justin Holden didn’t look at her; he stared straight ahead, his profile tense.

"You..." Jean Ellison didn’t know what to say; she couldn’t utter a complete sentence for a moment.

Should she say she lived next door to him? He had met Aunt Mason. If he saw Aunt Mason, would he guess she was really Claire Caldwell?

Jean Ellison hadn’t spoken for a long time.

Justin Holden raised his hand, irritably loosening his tie and undoing the first button of his shirt collar.

He was somewhat annoyed.

Was it really so difficult to tell him an address? Was it a house she shared with another man?

"Why are you here?" he finally asked, his voice low and husky. "With President Sawyer?"

Jean Ellison clung tightly to the car door, her fingers icy. She struggled to make her voice sound calm.

"I changed jobs. There’s a better position here."

Justin Holden suddenly turned his head, his deep eyes piercingly sharp, staring at her with suppressed anger and a complex emotion she couldn’t comprehend.

"Changed jobs?"

"What job requires you to hide in New York and live under the same roof with a strange man?"

...

Diana Sawyer returned to the building after sending Jean Ellison off, preparing to meet Justin Holden.

She pushed open the lounge door, but it was empty inside.

Frowning slightly, she asked the assistant, David, at the door.

"Lawyer Holden said he suddenly had an urgent matter to handle and left first," David replied.

Diana Sawyer nodded, a bit puzzled, but she didn’t give it much thought.

She walked toward the elevator, intending to return to the office.

As she passed the building’s floor-to-ceiling windows, her gaze inadvertently swept outside.

In the rain curtain, she saw a black sedan parked by the roadside.

What caught her attention even more was that there seemed to be two people inside the car, sitting very close, like they were arguing.

Diana Sawyer had excellent eyesight; she recognized one of them as Jean Ellison, who had just left, and the other looked like Justin Holden.

Jean Ellison’s face appeared extremely pale in the dim light, her body language revealing obvious resistance.

Diana Sawyer paused, changed direction, and strode toward the door.

She braved the rain to the side of the car, raising her hand to knock on the window.

The fine rain dampened her short hair in front, and the rainwater flowed from her cheekbones to her sharply chiseled jaw.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Justin Holden’s expressionless profile.

"Lawyer Holden?" Diana Sawyer’s tone was calm, with a hint of appropriate surprise. "Why aren’t you in the lounge? David said you left for an urgent matter."

Her gaze swept over Jean Ellison, who looked terrible in the passenger seat, and returned to Justin Holden.

"Didn’t expect Lawyer Holden and Miss Ellison to be old acquaintances?"

At this moment, Jean Ellison suddenly pushed open the car door, almost stumbling out of the car, standing in the rain, slightly trembling.

Justin Holden followed closely behind, also getting out and standing between the two, his gaze icy.

Diana Sawyer’s gaze shifted between the two, finally settling on Jean Ellison’s rain-soaked cheeks, looking very fragile.

She stepped forward, unobtrusively shielding half of Jean Ellison with her body, an action that carried a natural sense of protection.

She reached out and gently grasped Jean Ellison’s icy wrist, the warmth from her palm making Jean Ellison shiver slightly and instinctively feel a bit reassured.

Diana Sawyer looked up at Justin Holden, her tone polite.

"Lawyer Holden, excuse me for being presumptuous. May I ask, what is your relationship with Miss Ellison?"

Justin Holden’s gaze fell on the hand Diana Sawyer used to grasp Jean Ellison’s wrist, his eyes instantly turning cold.

He tugged at the corner of his mouth, speaking bluntly.

"We used to be... in a cohabiting relationship."

Jean Ellison’s face instantly lost all color. She suddenly looked at Justin Holden, her lips trembling, wanting to explain but worried about making things worse, and even more afraid that Diana Sawyer would think less of her because of it.

However, Diana Sawyer showed no contempt or surprise as Justin Holden had imagined.

She merely raised her eyebrows slightly and tightened her grip on Jean Ellison’s wrist.

She met Justin Holden’s cold gaze, her tone calm yet carrying an undeniable force:

"Oh?" Diana Sawyer’s voice wasn’t loud, but in the rain, it was particularly clear. "But Lawyer Holden, she’s currently living in my house."

Justin Holden’s jawline instantly tightened, his eyes sharp as he took a step forward, almost face-to-face with Diana Sawyer, his voice squeezing out through clenched teeth.

"Oh? Then what is your relationship now?"

Jean Ellison’s heart raced, she was about to speak.

But Diana Sawyer had already spoken first, her body still standing straight, holding onto Jean Ellison’s wrist naturally.

She looked directly into Justin Holden’s eyes, which seemed ready to burst into flames, her tone calm yet carrying a certainty that declared ownership.

"Lawyer Holden," Diana Sawyer tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over the reliant Jean Ellison beside her before meeting Justin Holden’s eyes again and saying clearly, "Isn’t our relationship already obvious enough?"

The statement hit Justin Holden’s heart like a heavy hammer.

His expression turned iron-blue instantly, almost losing control.

He looked at Jean Ellison standing beside Diana Sawyer as if she had agreed with this relationship, looked at Diana Sawyer’s protective stance, and a thought he wouldn’t want to believe emerged.

Diana Sawyer was Jesse’s biological father, and Jean Ellison came all the way to the United States with Jesse not to start anew but to find him; they were the real family.