Chapter 1812
Lucas noticed the shift in her expression. Without hesitation, he slid an arm around her shoulders, drawing her close. His voice was warm and steady. “Don’t overthink this.”
Nestling against him, Belinda murmured, “Alright.”
After a while, she slipped away to shower, and Lucas returned to his work.
The next day, Elwood brought Kylee home.
As Kylee crossed the threshold, a wave of anxiety surged through her, her stomach twisting.
In the living room, Tamara, Nalani, Barbara, and Zaria sat waiting.
The moment Kylee stepped inside, their eyes turned to her.
Elwood motioned toward Kylee, saying to everyone, “This is Kylee, my daughter with Carola.”
Turning to Kylee, he gestured to the others. “That’s my mother, my sister, my niece, and my other daughter.” He kept the introduction brief.
Kylee dipped her head slightly, starting to speak. “Grandma—”
Before she could finish, her words were cut off by Tamara’s icy tone.
Tamara looked at Kylee with a face full of disdain. “Until the paternity test results are out, you might want to hold off on calling me Grandma. For now, Mrs. Wright will do.” Her voice was sharp, her expression cold and dismissive.
Kylee’s face stiffened, her breath catching.
She had known that Tamara and Nalani didn’t like her because they held a grudge against Carola, but she had hoped her status as Elwood’s daughter would soften their stance. After all, she was his only biological daughter.
Yet, Tamara’s hostility toward her seemed to have only sharpened. Why was that?
Inwardly, Kylee seethed, blaming Carola for this. What had her mother done to earn such contempt from the Wright family, tainting her by association?
Biting her lip for a moment, she said, “Hello, Mrs. Wright, Mrs. Dury, Ms. Dury, Ms. Wright.”
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Her tone was curt, her frustration clear.
Elwood stayed silent, guiding her to sit on the sofa.
Tamara flicked a glance at Nalani, who gave a subtle nod. Picking up the house phone, Nalani dialed a number. “Dr. Ford, you can come in now.”
Moments after she hung up, a man in a white coat stepped into the living room, clearly having waited in another room nearby. Jorge Ford, the doctor, opened his medical kit, pulling out a syringe, alcohol swabs, and other supplies. “Mr. Wright, you first,” he said to Elwood.
“Alright.” Elwood nodded, shrugging off his jacket and rolling up his sleeve.
Jorge drew his blood with practiced ease.
Next, it was Kylee’s turn.
She complied quietly as Jorge took her sample. Once done, he left with his kit.
Zaria approached with two cups of warm milk, offering them to Elwood and Kylee. “Here, have some milk.”
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