And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 294

“Selina, come here,” Angeln coaxed with a smile, trying to take her by the arm, but Selina jerked away fiercely.

“Don’t touch me” She huffed and slumped onto the couch, her mood as dark as a brewing storm.

Derrick softened his tone, though it carried an edge of urgency. “I never wanted to tell you this. But now, there’s no hiding it.”

This is Angela, your biological mother”

He gestured to Angela, who gazed at Selina with an affection that seemed to stretch across the years.

Selina was bristling with indignation, “That’s a load of bull. My mom is Magnolia, the belle of the Lopez family. How could this woman dressed like a two bit floozy be my mom?”

Her eyes were daggers, her heart a fortress of denial.

Derrick’s hand struck her cheek with a force that echoed through the room.

“You hit me, Dad?” Selina’s voice was a whisper of disbelief as she clutched her face, her eyes wide. Derrick had never so much as raised his voice at her before.

“Selina, there’s no time for your tantrums. Whether you accept her or not, it doesn’t change the facts.” He took a deep breath as if to brace himself for the tale he was about to unfold.

same day. I switched you with the other baby. But Claude saw, and before he could spill the beans to the Lopezes, the truck driver I bribed

waking up. No wonder he was so agitated seeing me. He doesn’t

world was shattering

the daughter of

she muttered as if by saying it, she could ward off

all

was to be the beloved princess, not the product of some

you’re lying, right?”

was ruthless, “You are mine and Angela’s daughter, and you’ve enjoyed a stolen life of luxury

desperation streamed down Selina’s face.

no crying now, If Claude fully recovers, itll be the end for both of us. We just can’t let him speak. A flash of malice crossed his

eyes.

we do?”

petty schemes and spiteful acts. Strategic planning was beyond

doctor. Coma patients have weak immunity, and they often die from infections. I’ll figure something out. You just need to play

silent, traceless

racing with cunning thoughts, “What about the other baby?