Win My Forsaken Ex-wife Back (Charlotte and Arthur)

Chapter 252 You Are My Daughter

When Emma Miller saw Charlotte, she eyed her up and down and asked bluntly, “So, you’re Charlotte? My real daughter?”

Charlotte walked over without a change in her expression and replied, “It’s not certain yet. We’ll need to do a paternity test.”

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Emma waved her hand dismissively. “What’s the point of that? If Sarah isn’t my daughter, then you must be.”

Charlotte shook her head. “It’s not that simple. We need the test to be sure.”

Emma frowned, irritated. “I don’t have time for this today. I’ve got the restaurant to run. If you really are my daughter, then get to work. Don’t screw things up, got it? Or you’ll regret it.”

With that, she slapped her apron, opened the restaurant door, and started preparing for the day’s business.

Charlotte couldn’t believe how quickly Emma was pushing her

to work.

She folded her arms and said coolly, “I’m going for the paternity test today, no arguments.”

“Why are you…” Emma turned to yell at her, but the sharpness in Charlotte’s gaze made her pause. The words died in her

throat.

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Chapfer 252 You Are My Daughter – Charlotte stood out like a diamond in this rundown little place,

clear she wasn’t someone used to being bossed around, and the power in her presence was almost tangible. Emma

meek, submissive daughter like Sarah used

muttered, “So… how do

this?”

me,” Charlotte said, turning to head for the car.

you really my daughter? Or are you here to mess

She just gave her a cool

the blood test. The results would take

impatient.

back now?”

saying a word, Charlotte

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on, “Listen, you’re my daughter now. Get used to it. You’re not some pampered rich girl anymore. When you get home, you need to drop the attitude. You’ll do your share of the work, no

confirm everything first before you start

and now

talking, but Charlotte just listened, letting her ramble as they made

immediately jumped into work, but Charlotte stayed in the car.

out her phone and scrolled through her

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Ava’s number. The last time she called was when Julius was born. Charlotte had wanted to share the happy news, but

hadn’t dared to try calling again, afraid of being rejected, terrified that Ava might no longer want anything

reality of the

some pampered rich girl anymore. When you get home, you need to drop the attitude. You’ll do your share of the work, no

confirm everything first before you start

all high and mighty, and now you’re here,