Chapter 675



In the secluded ambiance of a coffee shop, “Kylee, what’s up? Why the sudden call for coffee today?” Baker asked with a smile, sipping his coffee and looking at Kylee across the table.

Kylee faced Baker with a grave expression, unable to return his smile. “Dad, I have to ask you something important, and I need an honest answer.”

Baker, still smiling, nodded and said, “Alright, what is it?”

Kylee got straight to the point. “Whose daughter am I?”

Baker paused for a second, then smiled reassuringly. “You’re my daughter, Kylee. Why such a peculiar question?”

Kylee persisted, her gaze intense. “I mean, who is my real mother?”

At that, Baker’s pupils narrowed sharply.

Baker’s peculiar reaction was fleeting. Shortly after, he regained his composure.

Or more accurately, he adopted an appropriately shocked demeanor.

He said, “Kylee, what are you talking about? Your mother is Carola! What’s gotten into you? Why are you asking me such an odd question?”

He gave Kylee a look of mild disapproval.

Tears tinged Kylee’s eyes. “Dad, please, no more lies! If I’m questioning this, it’s because I have solid proof that I’m not Carola’s biological daughter!”

g Ɐ ln σ ν𝓮 ℓs․com, where stories thrive Baker responded with a hint of suspicion. “Has someone filled your head with nonsense?” He remained in denial.

Kylee forced a wry smile and explained, “I’ve had DNA tests done—both between you and me, and between Mom and me! Isn’t that clear enough?”

Baker’s expression shifted dramatically.

Damn it! How could this have happened?

Why would Kylee even think to get a DNA test?

He had tampered with the results of her previous DNA test, but now… Why had she decided to take another one?

Kylee said, “The other day, I accompanied Mom to donate blood. I noticed she’s type A blood! You’re type B, and she’s type A, but I’m type O! It’s not possible for parents with A and B blood types to have a child with type O blood. So I decided to get DNA tests done with both of you!”

When Kylee revealed her findings, Baker was overwhelmed with a feeling of resignation. Who could have foreseen such a turn of events?

Finding himself cornered, Baker hastily fabricated a new story to deceive Kylee. “Listen! Your actual mother was a close friend of your mother’s. She was no longer alive. She visited your mother and me one time. We all had too much to drink, and I committed an unforgivable mistake…”

Kylee wasn’t convinced by Baker’s story.

With composed clarity, she asked, “If that’s the case, why is Belinda my mother’s daughter?”

Baker’s eyes narrowed sharply at the question.

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