Chapter 1853
“Mom, what do you mean by this?”
Baker also spoke.
“Carola, are you actually questioning whether Kylee is your daughter? You’re really doubting your own child? How could you?”
Tears flooded Kylee’s eyes in an instant, threatening to spill over.
“Mom? You… you genuinely think I might not be your daughter? You’ve truly broken my heart!”
Her sobs transformed into theatrical wails that echoed through the room. The raw anguish painted across her features would have convinced any observer that she’d endured the cruelest betrayal imaginable.
Baker rushed to her side, attempting to comfort her.
Rodney’s calm voice cut through the emotional chaos.
“Miss Kylee, your grandfather simply wishes to eliminate one remote possibility. That’s precisely why he requested I obtain your blood sample.”
His tone remained professional yet gentle.
“Complete the test, and we can remove this uncertainty from our concerns, right? Please understand, your mother isn’t questioning your identity. This is merely about eliminating uncertainty.”
Kylee’s frame convulsed with choking sobs, her words emerging thick and broken.
“If she doesn’t question me, then why demand this test? She suspects me—that’s the only explanation! People don’t order these examinations without doubt poisoning their minds!”
Carola’s brow creased into deep furrows, irritation blazing across her features.
“Cease this dramatic display! If you possess nothing to conceal, you have nothing to dread. If you are truly my daughter, a test shouldn’t upset you in the slightest!”
Kylee’s weeping halted abruptly. Her face froze for a moment, and she stared at Carola in complete shock.
Carola shot Kylee a look, then slowly turned her icy gaze to Baker. She released a brief, mirthless laugh, her tone saturated with cutting irony.
“Baker tampered with the paternity test results for you and Elwood. Who’s to guarantee he hasn’t manipulated other test results as well? Prudence demands we verify everything. Wouldn’t you agree?”
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Baker’s complexion drained of all color immediately.
“Carola, you…”
Carola cut off his protest with razor-sharp precision, her voice crackling with barely contained frustration.
“Silence! Spare me your excuses!”
She pivoted decisively toward Rodney.
“Dr. Smith, you can proceed.”
“Understood.” Rodney nodded with professional composure, gathered his medical case, and strode purposefully toward Kylee.
“Miss Wright, please extend your hand.”
Kylee continued her quiet sniffling, her breathing uneven.
The situation was clear—Carola would not change her mind about this. Kylee knew that additional tears or ions would prove futile and only strengthen suspicions against her. Therefore, with fingers that betrayed her inner turmoil, she hesitantly offered her hand.
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