Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 83

At the bottom of the photo, there was a line of small text: Kyle, Renee Simpson, taken in March 1998, Shadow City.

This date is actually very sensitive.

Because it's very close to my birthday.

And I also remember that Vance had investigated Clara's information back then, and her birthday is in December 1998.

This means that when they took this photo, Renee was already pregnant with Clara.

In the photo, Kyle's eyes were full of affection, and Renee's smile was sweet. They looked like they were deeply in love.

If Kyle wasn't my father, and if Chloe hadn't just given birth at that time, and I was less than a month old, I might have really thought they were a sweet couple.

An answer was already emerging.

But I don't believe it!

From as far back as I can remember, Kyle loved Chloe deeply, almost always obeyed her, and was extremely doting on me.

How could Kyle, such a good father and husband, be the cheating man Clara was trying to portray?

"Now that you've seen the photo, what do you have to say?" Clara said coldly.

"Renee, my mother, and your father Kyle abandoned my mother, leaving me fatherless. So, what right do you have to say I have no manners?"

Clara's eyes were full of mockery.

"You don't think a photo can prove anything, do you? Not to mention whether the photo is real or not, the person in the photo might just be someone who looks like my father. Stop slandering my father. I said I don't believe it. My father is not that kind of person.

He is upright, kind, gentle, and loving, sincere to others. He is not the hypocritical person you describe. I don't believe it, not a single word. He would never betray my mother, and his love for me is not fake."

I sternly refuted, denying every word Clara said.

Clara frowned, "The evidence is right in front of you. You can't deny it. Besides, since you've investigated me, you must know my birth date. Why deceive yourself?

Kyle had me with my mother shortly after you were born. You can't deny that."

I clenched my fingers, trying to stay calm, then looked coldly at Clara, "It's just a photo. It doesn't prove anything. According to your logic, your age matches up. You also said I was just born, and my mom had just given birth. What does that mean? It means the Renee in the photo, your mom, shamelessly interfered in my family. Like mother, like daughter, both shameless mistresses."

"You!"

Clara finally broke down at the word "mistress."

She had willingly become Lawrence's mistress, and now it was being used against her and her mother Renee.

I held onto my last bit of rationality, not wanting to continue arguing with Clara. I was afraid I might do something impulsive.

So before Clara could speak again, I quickly scanned the QR code on the table, paid, and got up to leave.

"I don't want to hear any more slander about my father, or else don't blame me for being rude." I warned before leaving.

Clara didn't care about my warning. Instead, she said, "You're afraid, afraid that I'll expose Kyle's true nature."

"I said!" I held back my anger, my eyes deep, "If you continue to slander my father's name, I will personally go to the Simpson family to demand an explanation and see if they will discipline you."

I had heard Lawrence say more than once that Clara was afraid of her family finding out about her being a mistress. This didn't seem like a lie.

Moreover, Christopher had also mentioned once that the Simpson family was very strict. The last time Clara was beaten for being a mistress, the Simpson family didn't dare to come to the door. Besides Christopher's identity and the power of his lawyer, this might also be a reason.

So, I dared to threaten Clara like this.

Sure enough, it worked. Clara's face changed slightly.

But just as I was about to leave, she suddenly said, "I want to do a paternity test with you. Once it's done, it will prove that what I said is true."

I sneered and turned back, "A shameless mistress like you has no right to do a paternity test with me. You're not worthy!"

After saying that, I quickly left.

But as I merged into the crowd, surrounded by people coming and going, I felt nauseous, and my head started to ache like it was being pricked by needles.

My ears were buzzing, and the outside world seemed blurry. My body felt weak.

How could it be? My revered father Kyle, the good man praised by the outside world, who formed a model couple with my mother Chloe, how could he have betrayed Chloe?

How could he have cheated with Renee?

I don't believe it.

I can't accept it!

The ringing in my ears grew louder.

The footsteps around me seemed to belong to a different world. I was in a daze, and everything around me started to blur.

"Melinda, are you okay?"

I seemed to fall into a warm yet somewhat cold embrace.

The voice calling me was familiar yet strange.

Familiar because it sounded like Christopher, but strange because of the anxiety and gentleness in the voice.

Such a cold and noble man, how could he be so gentle with me?

"Melinda, hold on, I'll take you to the hospital!"

In my daze, I seemed to hear this sentence, then I felt my body lighten as I was carried out.

My mind became clearer, and I realized I was being held by Christopher.

I immediately struggled to get down, "Christopher, I'm fine. Put me down, really."

I was very sincere and a little embarrassed.

Christopher met my gaze, seemingly confirming my words. At this moment, he had already carried me to the car. If I hadn't woken up, he might have really taken me to the hospital.

"Are you sure?" Christopher confirmed again.

I nodded.

Only then did Christopher relax.

He then spoke in a deep voice, "I don't have much time, so let's get straight to the point. It's about your father, Kyle."

I instinctively refuted, "What about my father? Did you eavesdrop on my conversation with Clara?"

Christopher's cold expression stiffened, and he couldn't help but knock on my head. But he seemed to consider my recent condition, so it didn't hurt as I expected. He knocked very lightly.

"I don't have that habit. I just happened to pass by and saw you meeting with Clara. Seeing your state, I guessed you found out."

Found out what?

I was anxious and instinctively refuted, "I don't know! My father didn't cheat, and Clara is not my father's daughter, right?"

These words, rather than refuting Christopher, were to reassure myself. I couldn't accept this fact.

Christopher's Adam's apple moved slightly. He looked at me deeply, "Clara is Mr. Turner's daughter."