Chapter 274 Do You Really Have the Surname Gonzalez?

Chapter 274 Do You Really Have the Surname Gonzalez?

Abigail took two steps forward, her heels clicking softly against the stone floor.

"I heard every word you said in there. You said Matthew forged evidence, you said you were wrongly accused."

She stopped in front of Jason, standing just a couple of feet away from him.

"So let me ask you a question."

Jason's eyes flickered.

"What's your name?"

The hallway went quiet for two seconds.

Jason frowned. "What do you mean?"

Abigail looked at him. "Is your last name really Gonzalez?"

The question landed like a bomb.

Hannah's face changed instantly—not gradually, but all at once, like someone had flipped a switch.

The smile was still hanging at the corners of her mouth, but the look in her eyes was completely different.

"Abigail, what are you talking about?"

Hannah took half a step forward, her voice still in that gentle tone, but her fingers had already gripped Jeremy's sleeve tightly.

"Of course Jason's last name is Gonzalez. He's Jeremy's son. Why would you even ask that?"

Abigail didn't look at her.

She turned to Ethan.

Ethan pulled a manila envelope from his suit pocket and handed it to her.

Abigail took it, opened the envelope, and pulled out the documents inside.

Three pages, standard letter size.

The first page was a paternity test report. The testing agency was Marentis Forensic Identification Center, stamped with an official seal, with complete ID number, date, and signatures.

Test subjects: Jeremy, Jason.

Test conclusion: Biological relationship excluded.

Abigail held up the report, facing it directly toward Jason.

"This test was done three weeks ago. The samples came from blood Jason left at the hospital during last year's physical exam, and Jeremy's hair, taken from his pillow during his last hospital stay."

Her voice was steady.

"Jason is not Jeremy's son."

Every sound in the hallway stopped.

Jeremy's cane slipped an inch in his hand, and his whole body took half a step back.

"Nonsense." His voice came out rough. "This is fake."

"Fake?" Abigail turned to the second page.

The second page was a series of bank transfer records.

"Over the past seven years, Hannah has transferred over twenty-three million dollars of the Gonzalez family's assets through six different offshore accounts. One of those transfers, eight million dollars, eventually went to an investment company registered in Grayford."

She looked up.

"The actual controller of that company is named Elmer Roach."

Hannah's face went completely white.

"Elmer, forty-seven years old, works in import and export. Twenty-six years ago he spent three years in Marentis, active in the same business association circles as Hannah."

Abigail turned to the third page.

"This is the paternity test report for Elmer and Jason. The sample came from Elmer's annual physical in Grayford last year."

She held up that page, with only one line of conclusion: [Biological relationship established. Probability: 99.97%]

No one in the hallway spoke.

Jason stood there, the color draining from his face. His lips were trembling, and this time it didn't look like acting—he really couldn't hold it together anymore.

"This is impossible." His voice was soft, like he was talking to himself. "Impossible..."

He suddenly turned to Hannah.

"Mom!"

Hannah's body swayed.

She instinctively took a step back, bumping into Jeremy's cane. Both of them became unsteady at the same time, their steps faltering.

"Jeremy, don't listen to her." Hannah grabbed Jeremy's arm, her voice starting to shake. "This is forged! She's getting revenge on us! Jason is your son—look at his face, he looks like you!"

"Enough."

Sawyer's voice came from behind.

Not loud, but everyone immediately shut their mouths.

Sawyer's hand was propped on his cane, his body leaning slightly forward.

He could barely stand.

Ryder quickly walked over, grabbed a chair from the side, and placed it behind Sawyer.

Sawyer didn't sit down right away. He looked at Hannah, looked for a long time.

"Hannah."

Hannah's fingers dug into Jeremy's sleeve, her nails sinking into the fabric.

"The things I had Matthew investigate, I wasn't planning to bring up here today." Sawyer's voice was slow. "But you insisted on coming."

He finally sat down, the movement heavy, the chair legs scraping against the stone floor.

"Twenty-three million dollars, over seven years, spread across six accounts."

He looked up at Jeremy.

"Did you know?"

Jeremy's face had gone ashen—not just pale, but the color of old newspaper.

His mouth was slightly open, his throat working, but no sound came out.

Ethan stepped forward, took the documents from Abigail's hands, bent down, and spread out the three pages one by one on the floor in front of Jeremy.

Paternity test. Transfer records. Second paternity test.

Three sheets of paper laid out side by side.

"Mr. Gonzalez." Ethan straightened up and put his hands back in his pockets. "This is the person you brought to 'apologize' to my sister."

He looked down at those three pages on the floor.

"Someone with no blood relation to you has been using your last name, spending your family's money, and climbing up using you and your family's reputation, living in Marentis for over twenty years."

Jeremy's knees buckled.

He didn't fall to his knees directly, but his whole center of gravity collapsed. If the cane hadn't been supporting him, he probably would have already hit the ground.

"This isn't true..." His voice was tight and strangled, as if he had to force every word out. "Hannah, tell me this isn't true."

Hannah let go of his sleeve.

She took a step back, then another step, until her back was against the hallway wall.

She didn't cry, didn't explain, didn't make any sound.

She just stood there, looking at Jeremy's face, something complicated flashing in her eyes.

Not just fear, not just guilt.

Something closer to relief—the kind that comes when you can't hold on anymore and finally stop trying.

Jason rushed forward two steps, grabbed the test report from the floor, gripping the edges of the paper with both hands, and read it from beginning to end.

After reading it, he crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it hard on the ground.

"Fake! It's all fake! I don't believe it! I want to redo the test!"

"Sure." Matthew's voice came from the side. "You can redo it anytime. The forensic identification center is open twenty-four hours. If you want to go, I'll have someone take you there right now."

Jason's mouth hung open, like all the air had been knocked out of him.

At the end of the hallway, behind the side door, at least seven or eight guests were looking this way.

Some had already pulled out their phones.

Sawyer sat in the chair, propped himself up with his cane, and slowly stood up.

He walked in front of Jeremy and looked down at him.

"Jeremy, let me ask you one last thing."

Jeremy looked up, his eyes already red.

Sawyer's voice rang out, "For over twenty years, you never believed what I said. Haven't you been hurt enough by reality yet?"