Chapter 492

“No, I don't want to eat anything right now." Rodney refused in a cold

voice. Just now he paid attention, the identification center would open

till very late, and he still had time to send the samples there. In this

matter, he was really anxious, and he did not want to wait until

tomorrow.

He waved Charlotte away and walked towards the revolving staircase

without her assistance.

"Grandpa, mom is really worried about you. You run outside all day, and

she told me to make sure to talk to you. Your health is important. Just

let me do it if you need anything."

Charlotte tried desperately to stop Rodney. She went up and wrapped

her arms around Rodney and dragged him, not letting him go.

“Let go!" Rodney's anger flared up again, and he could have thrown

Charlotte off with a bit of force, considering she was pregnant and a

tender girl. He didn't want her to fall too hard.

But Charlotte wouldn't let go, and wrapped him in a deadly grip.

Just when the two were pulling.

With a snap, something fell from Rodney's pocket and landed crisply on

the floor.

Charlotte stopped her hand, and her watery eyes stared blankly at the

ground.

A clear plastic cling wrap with a toothbrush wrapped inside. How

strange, Rodney carried a toothbrush with him? Moreover, it was a pink

toothbrush.

She took another look.

What a familiar toothbrush!

Suddenly, she recognized that it was her own toothbrush, wasn't it?

What did Rodney want to do with her usual toothbrush?

A light suddenly flashed in her brain, and she figured it out almost

instantly.

Rodney was going out now, so he's going to do a genetic test! He

wanted the cellular tissue left on her toothbrush and wanted to send it

off for a paternity test!

Oh my God, it turned out that Rodney was completely suspicious of

her. He was sure that she was not a Heath and decided that Joyce was

his granddaughter.

There was no chance for her now.

What to do? What to do? She was so anxious that she jumped up.

Because of his long-term rheumatism and back pain, it would be hard

for Rodney was to bend down to pick up the toothbrush. When he

found that the toothbrush had fallen to the ground, he frowned and bent

his knees with a hand on the waist, and the other hand struggling to

reach the toothbrush.

At this moment, a myriad of emotions was running through Charlotte's

head, and there were so many of them that she couldn't tell them apart.

How could she be willing to give up the power she already had, the love

she was about to have, and the glory and wealth she was about to

have?

She watched as Rodney's outstretched hand was about to touch the

plastic bag containing her toothbrush.

It was as if she was possessed by a demon. Her brain went blank, and

her eyes burned with a hellish, poisonous fire.

In the next second, she stretched out her hands and gave a hard,

forceful push.

Rodney was crouching at the corner of the spiral staircase, his knees

bent, one hand on the waist, the other hand trying to pick the

toothbrush up. With such an unstable posture, when he was violently

pushed by Charlotte, he only felt his legs were weak, completely unable

to support the weight of the body, and fell straight backwards.

And behind him was an endless spiral staircase with cold marble steps.