Chapter 503 – Beginning with a Daring Encounter

“No. I am not. You have no idea how glad I am that I am not. I am your niece. Janet’s daughter,” Celsie announced, and Sara blinked at her in confusion, not understanding what was going on.

“I only wanted evidence that you sold your daughter in exchange for a glamorous life. Now that I have it recorded, we have something tangible to use against you. Don’t think about doing anything to me, you have no idea the number of people who are involved in this case and who just listened in on our conversation. All fingers would point back to you if anything happens to me,” Celsie said with a wide smile when she saw the anger in Sara’s eyes.

“Aaron is here. You should smile. Tell him that you are exhausted and you need to leave. Then quietly crawl back into whatever hole you came out from and don’t go anywhere close to Harry or bother Aaron with your incessant calls again,” Celsie said with a polite smile and she rose when Aaron stopped at the table.

“We can leave now, Aaron. Mom has promised to stay away from Harry until you are ready to tell him about her. Right, mom?” Celsie asked, and although Sara’s hands were clenched under the table, she gave Aaron a tight smile.

“I suddenly feel exhausted. I need to get some rest,” Sara said, and Celsie nodded with approval.

“It was good to meet you, mom. But I hope we don’t have to meet again,” Celsie said, before turning to Aaron who was staring at them as he wondered what both ladies had discussed.

“Let’s go home,” Celsie said as she took Aaron’s hand and walked away with him.

“Are you really not going to tell me what that was about just now?” Harry, who was driving the car, asked Benne, who continued to look out of the window as they returned to the office after leaving the restaurant.

The only thing that kept ringing in Benne’s head was Celsie’s statement. “That person is Harry’s biological mom!”

Harry, who had thought his mother was dead all these years and had always spoken so fondly of her was in for a rude shock when he finds out that his mother had been alive this whole time.

Then what about the birthday gifts Aaron had kept presenting to Harry all those years claiming they were from his mother? Did that mean those gifts had really been from her?

Benne shook his head. Those gifts couldn’t possibly have been from her. Hearing how Aaron had reacted to her calls and seeing how Celsie had snapped at him to take Harry away from there, he could only assume that the communication with Sara was a recent development.

“TOM!” Harry snapped at him impatiently, and Benne turned to look at him.

“Can you tell me what you’re thinking about so seriously?” Harry asked, and Benne looked at him for a moment as he tried to come up with a lie that was also true.

“Eric Howells called. He is pushing the interview with the Millers forward so I need to give Barry a call and find out what else he has learned about the Millers so we can organize the questions we are giving Eric,” Benne said, and Harry raised a brow.

“Am I supposed to believe that was the reason you looked so surprised earlier? That phone call was from Eric?” Harry asked, and then he frowned when something else suddenly occurred to him.

“Is it Jade? Did something happen to her?” He asked, and Benne sighed.

“It’s not something I can tell you about right now,” Benne said, and Harry’s brows furrowed.

“So it is about Jade? What happened to her?” Harry asked once again, not understanding why Benne responded the way he just did.

“No. It’s not Jade. It’s something else,” Benne said with a worried frown.

There was no way he could tell Harry what it was, and now he doubted that he could focus or do anything else at work until he was able to find out what was going on from Celsie.

“What is it? And why can’t you tell me about it right now? Is it about me? Hold on,” Harry said and turned to Benne with suspicious eyes.

“Is it my dad? Did Celsie call to say something happen to him?” Harry asked in alarm.

“Can you please stop with the questions? Your dad is fine, and everyone else is okay. So, please calm down. I don’t want to have to lie to you about this,” Benne pleaded as he looked away from Harry, and Harry sighed.

He didn’t want to have to lie to him about it? Did that mean that this was about him? Harry mused, “Okay, just one more question, and I will stop worrying about it,” Harry said, and Benne turned to him.

“What question?”

“It’s not a matter of life and death, is it? Is anyone in danger?”

“As I said, everyone is okay,” Benne said, and Harry nodded.

“Okay. That’s good enough then. I will rather wait for you to tell me what is wrong in your own time than have you lie to me,” Harry said, and Benne sighed in relief.

“Thanks,” Benne said, as he relaxed once again. He couldn’t wait to get to the office so he could give Celsie a call and find out what was happening.

“By the way, didn’t that lady at the restaurant seem familiar to you?” Harry asked, and immediately Benne became tense once again.

“What lady?” Benne asked, and Harry raised a brow.

“Celsie, since she is the only lady you can think of,” Harry said dryly as he eyed Benne with displeasure making Benne chuckle despite his upset state.

How many ladies did we interact with at the restaurant?” Harry asked irritably.

“Oh, that lady! She seemed familiar to you?” Benne asked, and Harry shrugged.

“Yeah. Sort of. But I’m not sure. Something about her feels familiar, yet I can swear that I’ve never seen her before. She has the sort of face that I would never have forgotten if I had ever seen it,” Harry said thoughtfully.

“What kind of face?” Benne asked curiously, and Harry narrowed his eyes as he thought of the best way to describe it.

“She almost looks perfect with that strikingly beautiful face, but something about her smile shows her lack of genuineness,” Harry said, and Benne raised a brow.

“Lack of genuineness?” Benne asked with interest. He had always known that Harry was a good judge of people’s character, but he hadn’t expected Harry to draw such conclusion in such a short time. They had barely talked with her for three minutes.

Harry gave him a nod, “Yes. She seems fake and sort of shallow with a lot of insecurities. She also cares too much about her appearance. If I didn’t already know the face of your ex-girlfriend’s mother, I’d say she was Rebekah Miller,” Harry joked, but Benne did not laugh.

“Are you saying this because she was rude to me?” Benne asked since Harry wasn’t exactly the type to bad-mouth other people unless they went against his friends, and Benne also knew that Harry had been upset about the way Sara had been rude to him earlier.

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