Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 837:

With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, Paul took the phone, scanning the report carefully. Elvis, just as eager, stepped closer, peering at the screen over Paul’s shoulder.

“Yesterday, something made me think you might be my father,” Marissa began, her voice steady despite the weight of her words. “But I couldn’t bring myself to say anything without proof. So, I secretly pulled some of your hairs and sent them for a DNA test.”

As Marissa finished, Paul had already read the report. He looked up at her, his gaze intense, searching her face as if seeing her for the first time.

He had noticed when Marissa had tugged at his hair the day before. Though puzzled by the act, he chose not to question it, allowing her to do as she wished.

Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine she was collecting samples for a paternity test—and that the results would reveal he was indeed her father, Brian.

Since waking up from the surgery with no memory of his past, Brian had lived as Paul, believing that was who he was. The revelation that he was once the famed medical genius, Brian, hit him like a bolt of lightning.

irony was bitter. The man once celebrated for his medical skills had spent years battling illness, hovering on the brink of death, helpless to change his own fate. Life had played a cruel joke on

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take in the truth, her heart laid bare. After a

from the moment we met.

eyes misting with tears. “I’m sorry. I

and without hesitation, she flung herself into Paul’s arms, choking out, “Dad.” This time, Paul didn’t hesitate—he wrapped his arms around his daughter,

medical genius Brian, Paul knew nothing about him personally. The name meant little to him, and even after learning that Brian was, in fact, him, the realization stirred no

daughter washed over him like a wave of pure joy. It

Suddenly, he recalled what Marissa had mentioned about Tiffany, and

stiffened momentarily before sitting up straight and recounting Tiffany’s current predicament. As Paul listened, his rage built up until he slammed his fist against the bed. “That despicable Q! How dare they harm my daughter? If I get my hands

help but feel a surge of emotion. Her father, once a gentle,