At noon, when Brooklyn woke up from a good night's sleep and turned around, he found Bob, Nelly, and Ray sitting in front of him, staring straight at him.

It was as if he was looking at some biological subject. Brooklyn asked, sitting up, draping her crumpled coat over her body, rubbing her waist and yawning

"What do you think of me for?"

"What time is it?"

"One o'clock in the afternoon." Bob hurriedly replied.

"You slept for three hours." Nelly made up.

"Why didn't you know you had a habit of snoring?" Ray asked. Brooklyn stopped rubbing his waist and asked suspiciously

"I'm snoring?" Bob: "Hmm. Ray: "Loud." Nelly: "I don't want to date a man who snores." ”

"What kind of mess?" Brooklyn waved his hand to disperse the three onlookers

"Didn't the hospital call?" The three people who stood up shook their heads in unison.

"Is anyone looking for me?" The three of them shook their heads in unison.

"Are you three sick?" The three of them looked at each other.

"It's just curious who shot Mr. Governor." Bob Road. Nelly followed

"Why did he call you and not anyone else in the first place?"

"We're on good terms, okay." Brooklyn said perfunctorily

"If it was Ray, he would have thought of me first."

"Really, Ray?" Lei shook his head and said quietly

"I chose David. He looks more reliable. ”

"But don't worry, I left most of my property to you in my will."

"How did I not know you still had a will?" Brooklyn asked curiously. Nelly and Bob also looked at Ray curiously.

The federal people prefer to make wills to clarify the ownership and distribution of relics after death, but most of the people who make wills are old people, at least after the age of sixty.

Ray wasn't forty years old, which was unusual.

"Habit." The thundercloud spat out a word softly. The atmosphere in the office was somewhat silent.

"Governor he ......"

"He asked for secrecy." Before Bob could finish his question, Brooklyn was the first to answer.

"Alright, working hours." Brooklyn got up, slapped his face, and forcibly changed the subject. When he was an ordinary federal district judge in Brooklyn, all he had to do every day was sit in court, and most of his work was surrounded by all sorts of things.

Later he became an e.. Chief Justice Y, after the initial turmoil, Brooklyn's daily workload has stabilized.

Brooklyn now usually has three court sessions a day, two mornings and one afternoon, the rest of the time processing papers, and occasionally attending banquets every ten days and half a month that he can't even remember, reading the manuscript that Nellie has helped him write.

Recently they are preparing to try more. For example, presentations and public classes. An invitation from Harvard University was a great opportunity.

As e.. Chief Justice of the Y, Brooklyn needs to let E. y' good record at the same time also has a high prestige, a good reputation, such e.. Y will be his help, not just his work.

It's kind of like a development game. Brooklyn knows exactly what he's doing and has adapted to the intensity of his work.

Therefore, when he checked the schedule, Brooklyn confirmed that before he fell asleep, Bob said, "Today's schedule is tight," is true.

He was scheduled three court sessions in the morning! There are four appointments in the afternoon. Nelly also brought three large stacks of papers.

"I don't think I should have slept." Brooklyn complained, making quick arrangements.

"Bob, inform the person to change the time."

"Please come in if you have made a reservation."

"I need to finish these three damn stacks of papers first. Otherwise, Nelly wouldn't know what to put in the box. He was talking about the last naturalization, and in order to warn him, Nelly specially resealed two large boxes of naturalized documents that had been reviewed, pretending that they had not been reviewed yet, and scaring Brooklyn.

"If you know, it's good." Nelly shrugged, not apologetic. Brooklyn comforted himself with 'respect for the old and love for the young,' and obediently shut up, took out his pen, opened the paper, and began to look for a place to draw circles.

"That's right, Ray. Buy me a lunch, I'm going to starve. Brooklyn, feeling the hunger in his belly, looked up again.

…………………… Bellevue Public Hospital, Intensive Care Unit. Winston was eating from his hospital bed.

His lunches are much better in terms of quality and nutrition than those in Brooklyn.

Jerry was sitting next to the hospital bed, spooning him to feed. Winston injured his left chest, and the knife wound was also here, which made him dare not move his arms rashly, and the slightest movement would pull forward to the knife edge in his left chest, bringing bursts of pain.

In fact, even if he was motionless, he could feel the pain after the anesthetic had worn off. As a result, despite Jerry's feeding, Winston's face was still not very good-looking.

He woke up near noon, and instead of asking Jerry Brooklyn about his coma, he asked the nurse to help him take out his phone and watch the news.

When he saw all kinds of true and false news flying around, Winston confirmed that Brooklyn understood what he meant.

After putting down the phone, Winston stopped the nurse who wanted to call Brooklyn. That's why Winston has woken up, but Brooklyn hasn't received a call.

"Where's Patty?" Winston looked away from the television, sensing that the atmosphere in the hospital room was a little strange, and asked.

Although the news he read did not say that Patty was taken away by the NYPD, Winston also believed that Patty would never have eaten breakfast in bed based on the Brooklyn set-up.

Jerry sent out a spoon for a meal.

"I don't know." He whispered. Winston tilted his head, craned his neck, and swallowed the spoon into his mouth.

The action tugged at his left chest, causing him to hiss.

"It's okay, it's okay." Seeing Jerry looking at him nervously, Winston hurriedly said. Judging by Jerry's performance, it doesn't look like he knows what's going on.

Winston made a judgment in his mind and sighed secretly. The age gap between Jerry and Brooklyn is not large, Brooklyn is only five or six years older than Jerry, but Brooklyn can quickly understand what he means, take over the follow-up work in the shortest possible time, and arrange the arrangement in an orderly manner.

Jerry, on the other hand, doesn't look very smart, and he still doesn't know what happened. Even the news that Brooklyn learned came from Jerry's mouth.

This highlights the gap between the two. Brooklyn's maturity can make people subconsciously ignore his age and treat him as a peer, an equal status.

This sometimes makes Winston wonder if Jerry and Brooklyn were his own sons...... Winston's purpose in sending Jerry to Brooklyn, in addition to preventing Jerry from being used by Patty, is to let him study with Brooklyn.

Winston thought wildly in his mind.

"Jerry." Winston's voice was deep and hoarse, which sounded sincere enough for him.

His face was full of guilt and remorse.

"I'm sorry, I'm ...... I'm not going to let you know that. Jerry's movements were visibly stiff, and he didn't look away, not daring to look at Winston.

At this time, Jerry's mind is full of Patty's sentence 'Guess if Jerry is your child or your driver's child', and he increasingly identifies himself as the child of Winston's driver, and is full of guilt for Winston.

He felt that he had stolen Winston's identity as a 'son', vile and greedy to occupy Winston, and enjoyed Winston's fatherly love.

He felt like a thief, a thief! Winston frowned imperceptibly. He hopes to repair relations with Jerry, and he hopes that Jerry will see Patty for who he really is, and not object to what he and Brooklyn are going to do next.

He hopes that the life of relying on Jerry father and son will be bright in the future. That's why he called Jerry ahead of time so that Jerry could hear his argument with Patty outside the door.

But Jerry seems to be a little deeply affected.

"Jerry. Hey! Jerry. Winston let out a serious shout twice, drawing Jerry's attention. Seeing Jerry looking at him, Winston said

"It's not your fault, you don't have to feel guilty."

"Jerry, this is my problem with Patty, we didn't have the ability to be good parents to let you have this experience. It's not your fault. Jerry's eyes were visibly red.

His lips quirmed, and he wanted to tell Winston that he wasn't his child at all—even though he hadn't even done a paternity test, he had already recognized that fact by this time—but the courage he had managed to muster quickly dissipated the moment he met Winston's gaze.

He greedily enjoyed Winston's care, enjoying everything he thought wasn't meant to be his.

"You should go back now, take a good shower, and get some rest." Winston Road

"My assistant will be over soon, with him in the back."

"I'd rather you take care of me, but you're too tired." Winston blinked and laughed. Jerry nodded, got up obediently, helped Winston tidy up the quilt to make sure the water cup was reachable, and carefully adjusted the tilt angle of the bed to make sure it was okay before leaving.

Walking out of the room and taking the elevator to the first floor, Jerry asked for an envelope from the front desk, carefully stuffed a few hairs in his pocket, along with a spoon wrapped in a napkin, sealed it, and put it in his pocket.

He first went back to the apartment to take a shower, changed into a clean set of clothes, and the clothes he was wearing were stained with Winston blood, which was supposed to be stuffed into a garbage bag and thrown away, and after thinking about it, he took it out again and threw it into the dirty laundry basket.

With the door closed, Jerry went downstairs and got into the car, searched for a paternity testing agency, and drove out of the parking lot.

Forty minutes later, I walked into the appraisal agency, sat in the waiting area and began to wait. He looked around uneasily, and found that there were actually quite a few people here, but most of them were people in their forties and fifties, and there were very few people of his age.

These people bowed their heads and looked sad. This enveloped the entire waiting area in a solemn and oppressive range.

Jerry didn't like the atmosphere. Soon a staff member came over to inquire about the situation. The staff held a form and instructed Jerry to fill it out.

After filling out the form, Jerry hesitated when he was ready to deliver the identification materials. He clutched the envelope tightly in his hand.

Suddenly regretting coming here. The staff saw his hesitation, perhaps the staff here had seen too many hesitant people like Jerry.

She patiently enlightened Jerry.

"We should know the truth and know who our parents are, that's our right." Jerry looked up at the staff.

The staff smiled slightly, sat down next to Jerry, and said in a low voice

"It's from a work perspective."

"But sometimes the truth doesn't matter that much."

"It's how we feel that matters." She pointed to her heart and poked Jerry's heart.

"When we hesitated, we made a decision."

"Jerry, you don't really want to know if you're biologically related to the person in the envelope. You're not like them. ”

"I've been working here for several years, and the people who come here actually have solid evidence before they come, and they come to the appraisal just to pursue an illusion, or they are timid, hoping that the results of the appraisal will puncture their illusions."

"You're different, Jerry." Jerry was silent for a moment before handing the envelope to the staff.

"You're right."

"But I don't want to live in the lake."

"Are you sure?" The staff finally confirmed. Jerry nodded

"I'm sure. Take me for a sample. ”

"Since you insist." The staff member accepted the envelope and marked the number at the end of the form. Get up and walk into the sampling room with Jerry.

Leaving his sample and coming out of the sampling room, Jerry only felt relaxed, and now he just wanted to go home, lie down in the soft bed, and get a good night's sleep.

…………………… Bellevue Public Hospital, Intensive Care Unit. Winston, who was listening to his assistant's report, glanced at the message on his mobile phone, and his face was a little gloomy.

His facial muscles twitched slightly, which added a bit of sinister to his handsome countenance. He had just gotten the news that Jerry had gone to a paternity testing agency.

Easily, Winston thought of what Patty had said last night. Even if he has no feelings for Patty, even if he just wants to bring down Patty and get rid of Patty's entanglement, he and Patty used to be husband and wife anyway.

Soon after getting married, Patty began to cheat, and it was frequent. This made Winston feel insulted.

He really wants to kill all of Patty's cheating partners and chop them into meat sauce. A nameless rage burned in his chest.

Winston hesitated for only a moment, and then made up his mind. He decides to let Jerry choose. It's not that he also doubts Jerry's relationship with him, but that he reassures Jerry.

Winston was much more sober than Jerry, and he never suspected that Jerry was not his child. Aside from his brains, Winston thinks he's a lot like Jerry.

"Help me contact the law firm of Pearson Spector and get the best team of lawyers to come over." Winston commanded

"I've had to take care of a bit of a personal matter lately, and I've got something important to report back to. You can handle the rest of the matter at your discretion, just give me the result. ”