Chapter 1835

And yet, she was certain. Absolutely certain. The father of her child was Elwood.

So what on earth was going on?

Where had everything gone so wrong?

“No!” she exclaimed again, clenching her fists.

“The father of my daughter is Elwood! It can’t be anyone else!”

Tamara, arms crossed, stepped forward. Her eyes were cold.

“The results are sitting right here in black and white, Carola. And you’re still denying them?”

Then, something flickered in her gaze—sharp, certain. She pointed at Carola.

“If Kylee isn’t Elwood’s, then there’s only one explanation left.”

A hush fell over the room. Her next words hit like a hammer.

“She is the child of that man from years ago!”

Her words drained the color from Carola’s face.

Old memories surged to the surface, ones she had locked away and tried to forget. Memories that now clawed their way back, uninvited.

Kylee, who had been standing silently until now, was shocked. Panic flickered in her eyes like a flare.

“What are you talking about? There’s no other man! I’m Elwood’s daughter! My mom wouldn’t be wrong about that!”

But Tamara ignored her and turned to Elwood.

“Elwood, you’ve always wondered why we tried so hard to keep you away from Carola. Why we pushed until you broke up with her…”

She exhaled slowly.

“Fine. I’ll tell you now. While she was dating you, she cheated on you with another man. She went to a hotel with him. And Nalani, you, and I caught them there!”

Hearing that, Elwood staggered back a half step, as though the truth itself had shoved him.

His deathly pale face was carved with disbelief as he turned toward Carola.

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At that moment, Carola looked like a ghost, hollowed out by a truth she couldn’t outrun.

Her gaze met Elwood’s, and all she could do was shake her head over and over, her eyes pleading, desperate, raw.

“I didn’t do it! I was set up! That night—someone knocked me out cold. I don’t even remember what happened. But I can swear on everything I have—I never slept with another man.”

She had said these words before—again and again—but they had always fallen on deaf ears.

Not even Elwood had believed her back then.

Not only that, he’d looked at her as if she were filth—even told her not to touch him.

And by the next morning, he had cut her out of his life completely.

Tamara scoffed, her arms folded, her voice cold and brittle with contempt.

“You didn’t sleep with another man? Then explain the marks on your body at that time, Carola. And now, how do you explain that your daughter isn’t Elwood’s?”

Carola’s lips parted, but no words came out. Her skin turned even paler.

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