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.

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in the truth, her heart laid bare. After a long while, Paul finally reached out, gripping her hand

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cracked, eyes misting with tears. “I’m

arms, choking out, “Dad.” This time, Paul didn’t hesitate—he wrapped his arms

of the legendary 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 deep connection, only

he held his daughter washed over him like a wave of pure joy. It was as if he had been

with Marissa resurfaced, Paul was overwhelmed with a mix of emotions. Suddenly, he recalled what Marissa had mentioned about Tiffany, and his pulse quickened.

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

a gentle, scholarly scientist—soft-spoken and physically unassuming—had crumbled under threats and persecution, ultimately choosing