Throughout the day, Winona was in a trance. After barely finishing one surgery, she leaned against the wall in exhaustion and slowly slid down.
Her assistant, Lily, couldn't help but say with concern, "Director, what's wrong with you? You seem to have been out of shape all day."
She smiled reluctantly, "I'm fine. How many more surgeries are there this afternoon?"
"Three."
"Cancel the surgeries for me and get Dr. Doyle to do them."
She was really not in the right state to handle the surgeries. Standing up against the wall, she slowly made her way back to her office. She fixed her eyes on her phone, for fear that she would miss Dr. Stanley's message.
At the moment, she was apprehensive, torn, restless, and agitated. If the President was really her father, then there was a good chance that he was the one who killed her mother. After all, given his current status, his mother's existence was a stain on his virtue. Yet he had allowed her to be condemned in the Winston family for so many years. Was he really unaware of her existence, or did he do it deliberately?
Dr. Stanley sent the test result to her phone. Her heart was beating like a thunderclap and beads of sweat were seeping down her forehead. She had looked forward to the result, but now that it was out, she felt a little hesitant to know the answer.
She knew that if she didn't look at the result, she and Matt could still be happy and she could still be his wife in all her glory. But she could not abandon her hatred for the murder of her mother and be a heartless person.
As if she had made up her mind, she swiped her finger while the contents of the text message unfolded before her eyes, the two had a 99.9% genetic match.
Faced with this indisputable fact, she felt like her mind had exploded in an instant. He really was her father!
She sat dumbfounded in her chair like a puppet. After a long moment, she pulled off her white coat and rushed out.
Once again at the old home of the Winston family, she looked up at the two bronze doors. The afterglow of the setting sun made it dark and dreary, giving the old house a depressing and dreary appearance. She pushed the doors open and walked straight in. Every step she took seemed so heavy. It seemed that every step she took closer to the villa brought her closer to the answer.
Christopher didn't seem surprised when he saw her, but simply said, "I knew this day would come."
Winona's voice was like a mist floating on the river, seeming to dissipate as soon as it blew, "I already know who he is."
"Hey, you're just as stubborn as your mother. In fact, sometimes it's better not to know."
Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared at him, "I just want to know how my mother died. If you say she died in an accident, I don't believe you!"
Christopher, as if lost in memory, replied, "I know there was always a man in your mother's heart, but I didn't expect that it would be him. I didn't know that until your mother used her body as a bargaining chip for him in exchange for my support before the presidential election many years ago. It is fair to say that without the financial support of the Winston family, he would never have been in the position he is in today. It's a pity that there are so many villains in this world. Instead of thanking me when he got to the top, he suppressed me at every chance he could find."
She clenched her fingers and said in a trembling voice, "So he's not only a wicked man who killed his wife and abandoned his daughter, but also a villain who betrayed his supporter?"
Christopher suddenly fell to his knees in front of her and cried out, "Winona, I'm sorry. It was my failure to protect the woman I loved that allowed that evil man's treacherous plan to succeed."
At this moment, Winona was vulnerable. She let out a painful cry, and Benjamin comforted her just like he did when he was a child, "Winona, don't cry. Let me protect you from now on."
It was only after she had cried heartily that her sense slowly returned. She violently pushed him away, "Benjamin, I'm sorry. I got a little out of control just now."
Her detachment stung his heart. As if he had made up his mind, he fiercely grabbed her arm. He was about to confess when a strong hand clutched his wrist. It was more of a contest. The man's strength was incredible and almost crushed his bones, but he stubbornly refused to give in, gritted his teeth, and looked fiercely at Matt.
Watching Benjamin's face turn pale, Winona said sharply, "Matt, let go!"
The rain blurred his handsome face, making her look cold and evil, "Huh? Let go? I couldn't wait to cut off his hand that had grabbed you!"
"Matt, he just saved me."
Matt shook Benjamin's hand away so violently that the sound of bones breaking was heard in the air. He took Winona's hand and struck out towards the SUV.
Benjamin's heart was bleeding as he watched her being taken away by the man. He ground his teeth and hissed through the pain, "Matt, I once said that if she wasn't happy with you, then I would get her back!"
Matt snapped to a halt and turned around with a hostile face. He walked step by step towards Benjamin as if he were a devil from hell.
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