Forget it, I wouldn't go back this weekend.
I found a nearby hotel and booked a suite.
It wasn't until the evening that Carl called to explain.
His voice was low and muffled, as if in a confined space, "Miss, today's incident was my fault. Please don't tell Mr. Jones."
I coldly laughed, "Miss? Not Bella?"
Carl stammered, trying to explain, "Janet and I are truly in love. She's a rich lady. I was foolish to pretend to be your father. I'm sincerely apologizing. But after all these years, I have worked hard for the Jones family. Now that I have a son, please give me a chance."
So, both were impostors. One pretended to be Mr. Jones, and the other a rich lady. No wonder they were a perfect match.
I could reveal Janet's identity right now, but if I did, Carl would not let me or Aunt Helen off.
I sneered and instead offered him advice.
"A rich lady this easy to fool is rare. I suggest you quickly divorce your wife and marry Janet. Otherwise, your child will be illegitimate."