The paternity test was conducted with a media presence, ensuring full transpar-
ency.
When the results were read aloud, confirming with 99.99% certainty that Adrian
Hale was the biological father, Julian completely unraveled.
“Impossible!” he screamed, his face ashen. “That’s absolutely impossible! You
rigged it! How could he be her father?!”
He demanded a retest, but I wouldn’t subject my daughter to another needle.
My husband stepped in front of me, his voice firm and cold. “Mr. Vance, whether you choose to believe it or not, Lily is my daughter. Mine and Elara’s.”
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Julian lunged, trying to grab Lily again, shouting about a second test. But before he could take two steps, he was stopped by a figure who had appeared behind
him.
It was his mother, Mrs. Vance. Her face was a mask of grief. “Son,” she cried, her voice cracking, “stop this! The child Elara was carrying… I made her get rid of it seven years ago! Don’t do this to yourself! Melissa is the right wife for you!”
Julian froze, his face draining of all color. “What… what did you say, Mom?”
Mrs. Vance clearly loved her son, but she couldn’t stand to see him tied to me any longer. In her eyes, I would never be worthy. She spoke louder, her words like hammer blows. “Seven years ago, I gave her three million dollars on the condit- ion that she terminate the pregnancy. She agreed. She had the procedure done right before she left New York. I saw to it myself.”
Julian’s eyes, wide with horror, darted to me, then back to his mother. A raw, guttural cry was torn from his throat.
“Mom,” he choked out, his voice trembling with a terrifying rage. “You’re telling me… you killed child?”
my
Mrs. Vance paled. “Son, you can have other children! We wanted a clean slate! I only accept Melissa as my daughter–in–law!”
The moment the words left her mouth, Julian collapsed into sobs, his body sha- king with a grief that was seven years too late. After a moment, he scrambled to his feet and grabbed his mother by the shoulders.
Chapter 2
06:39
Julian lunged, trying to grab Lily again, shouting about a second test. But before
he could take two steps, he was stopped by a figure who had appeared behind
him.
It was his mother, Mrs. Vance. Her face was a mask of grief. “Son,” she cried, her
voice cracking, “stop this! The child Elara was carrying… I made her get rid of it
seven years ago! Don’t do this to yourself! Melissa is the right wife for you!”
Julian froze, his face draining of all color. “What… what did you say, Mom?”
Mrs. Vance clearly loved her son, but she couldn’t stand to see him tied to me
any longer. In her eyes, I would never be worthy. She spoke louder, her words like
hammer blows. “Seven years ago, I gave her three million dollars on the condit-
ion that she terminate the pregnancy. She agreed. She had the procedure done right before she left New York. I saw to it myself.”
Julian’s eyes, wide with horror, darted to me, then back to his mother. A raw,
guttural cry was torn from his throat.
“Mom,” he choked out, his voice trembling with a terrifying rage. “You’re telling me… you killed my child?”
Mrs. Vance paled. “Son, you can have other children! We wanted a clean slate! I
only accept Melissa as my daughter–in–law!”
The moment the words left her mouth, Julian collapsed into sobs, his body sha-
king with a grief that was seven years too late. After a moment, he scrambled to
his feet and grabbed his mother by the shoulders.
