You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"At that time, you told Rodney?" Mrs. James noticed a difference in Luther's expression, when his handsome face became gloomy and dangerous, and she felt something was coming with a woman's sixth sense.

It may not be a mistake of the identification center, but there must be something wrong.

"Yes, after I asked around, I told Rodney that the other girl's name was Joyce," Miss Lee replied affirmatively.

"What was Rodney's reaction when he heard about it?" Mrs. James asked again.

After four months, he came back to ask about the paternity test. Did the old Mr. Heath find something wrong?

tell anyone that he had come." Miss Lee carefully recounted. Mrs. James's office was extraordinarily hot and stuffy, so hot that there was a thin layer of sweat on Miss Lee's forehead. She raised her sleeve and gently wiped her temples,

his long eyes narrowed

to the identification center after four months to inquire about the name of the other girl from back then. What could this mean? Did it mean Rodney must have suspected something.

the first place? Why did

the Heath

and asked, "Miss Lee, you just stammered because Rodney asked you to keep it a secret? You dare not say it? This is actually nothing at all? They have the right to know about the report, and it was only natural if he asked about the other girl's name. You didn't do anything

her lip, lowered her head and twisted her hands helplessly, “It's a big deal, and I don't dare to make

it, and I promise you, there will be no consequences for you. Nor will anyone, for that matter, be able to hurt you.” Luther's eyes burned, his dark eyes bright, and he said

was hoarse, “This matter, I have kept it