Chapter 9
It had just been that one netizen who had been too heavy–handed and had accidentally beaten those illegitimate sons into the hospital.
Mr. Wendell had been worried and had wanted to visit them, but I told him, “Didn’t you just admit they weren’t your son? If you visit them, aren’t you afraid of the public backlash?”
Looking at his worried, anxious and helpless look, I had felt so happy.
I had spent several days and nights quietly at home.
Three days later, before the creditor had been about to kill them, they had rushed into the house and had asked my father, “Were we your sons?”
“If you didn’t admit it, we would change our surnames today!”
“That’s right, to make sure you didn’t have any descendants!”
Mr. Wendell’s face had turned very red, while his breathing became rapid and his limbs were shaking like crazy. Immediately, he was diagnosed of having the Parkinson’s disease. This scene had finally come.
I had been very excited. After three days of preparation, the play could finally start.
I easily said, “Well then, just do a paternity test.”
They had been stunned for a moment, but they responded, “Do you agree to do it?”
“Well, let’s start with me first!”
Anthony had stretched out his arm and had asked the accompanying doctor I brought to come forward, “Take my blood first!”
I had smiled and had said, “No need, I’ve been ready for a long time.”
Actually, I had taken out a paternity test. When they had been fighting in the hospital, I already picked their hair.
I had said, “Don’t be too happy, the ending might not be what you thought.”
“That you three weren’t born by the same father.”
…
As soon as I had finished speaking, they had all been stunned. The three men were all dumbfounded. Meanwhile, Mr. Wendell’s expression seemed to be shocked. He had probably never dreamed they hadn’t been his sons.
After holding it in for a long time, he had finally shouted, “Who was it? Who was it?”
I had shrugged, responding, “How would I know? Why don’t you ask their mother?”
“What a pity! The mother had been dead and couldn’t speak.”
I sighed, continuing, “I remembered my maid had always been in good health. How could she suddenly die?”
As soon as I said these, Mr. Wendell’s face changed.
When my maid had died before, he had acted as if he had lost my mother. And now, with three children turned out to come from different fathers, he had been so angry that he had been shaking. His breathing had been rapid.
2:56 am
DD
I told my father, “Don’t be sad, Dad. Maybe one of them was your child? Why don’t you recognize
him?”
When I had said this, Mr. Wendell had rolled his eyes and had spat out blood.
The three children looked so happy when my father was dying.
“Well, he’s dead. Anyway, we have a will!”
“Yes!”
“We could get the money right away!”
Faced with their arrogant behavior, I had just laughed.
“My dad had already informed me before. I was his only daughter. Where had you come from?” Without further ado, I asked someone to get them out. Not only that, but I already planned to sue them.
“You provoked my dad for no reason, so I will sue you to compensate my dad for mental damages!”
Once I nodded my head, my lawyer stood aside me for support. He had said they had deliberately showed off as my father’s illegitimate children to slander his reputation. Now, they had provoked him to cause him to lose consciousness.
“This was a crime of intentional injury. Mr. Winchester, I believe you could handle it.”
The lawyer had smiled slightly, responding respectfully, “I would make them live a life worse than death!”
While I watched the three bastards leaving, I sneered and thought to myself, ‘That wasn’t all.
In my last life, I had remembered all the evil deeds they had done to me. Now, I had to make them pay it back one by one. Since Mr. Wendell had been dying, I had used the video of him admitting that I was the only heir to successfully obtain what I should inherit.
Chapter 9
