His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 759

Coralis.

Niamh had arrived on Jonathan’s private jet. She never thought she would set foot in Coralis again. Standing beside her was Jonathan, holding Marlin in his arms. It was Marlin’s first flight, and instead of sleeping, he had been a whirlwind of excited wiggles and kicks the entire way. Jonathan had patiently played with him throughout the flight, which had unexpectedly given Niamh a chance to rest. Now, the baby was finally tuckered out, fast asleep on Jonathan’s shoulder, a puddle of drool staining the fine fabric of his suit. Jonathan didn't seem to mind in the slightest.

Standing nearby was Prescott, his eyes darting around nonstop. He had finally seen Niamh just before the plane took off from Whispering Island. At first, he thought he was seeing a ghost, but it was broad daylight, hardly the time for hauntings. Prescott was sharp enough to quickly deduce that Niamh had faked her death. It was only then that he understood why Jonathan had suddenly abandoned Aldenville to linger on Whispering Island, ordering his staff not to follow. Reflecting on it, Sprague must have been involved in the deception; otherwise, the list of casualties from the plane crash couldn't have been so airtight.

It seemed that fate truly had a hand in bringing Jonathan and Niamh together, leading him to her while he was on the island for a business meeting under a false name. More shocking than Niamh being alive was the fact that she now had a child. Niamh had explained Marlin's origins—a one-night stand with Flynn, a prominent lawyer Prescott remembered as a lecherous man who had once made advances on Niamh. Even though Marlin wasn't Jonathan's son, Prescott could see how much Jonathan cherished the child. It was a clear case of his love for Niamh extending to her son.

His gaze drifted between Niamh, Jonathan, and Marlin. Prescott wondered if it was just his imagination, a trick of the light, but he couldn't shake the feeling that Marlin somehow resembled both of them.

Niamh settled into the car Jonathan had arranged, leaving on her hat and Keeneglasses as a disguise. The vehicle was a plain, unremarkable sedan, perfectly suited for staying inconspicuous.

Two hours later, they drove into the city center of Imperial City, the capital of Coralis. Niamh sat in the car, her eyes wide as she stared out the window. Outside, massive crowds of protestors were marching. Even through the metal shell of the car, she could feel the palpable fury. They held signs of all sizes, their messages scrawled in bold letters:

WE WANT OUR JOBS BACK!

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