The night enveloped the city in darkness. Leah was still confronting Elliot inside the villa.
"What do you want from me?" His deep voice echoed through the hall, causing the temperature to drop several degrees.
But standing in front of him, the young girl showed no fear and looked at her scumbag dad with righteous indignation.
"I don't care. If you don't bring me a nice-looking blanket right now, I won't sleep!" Earlier, when this scumbag dad was busy talking business with someone else, Leah had gone wild and smashed the sweet soup that a servant had brought over.
The commotion was so loud that Elliot had to stop working and look at her.
Hearing this made Elliot feel a headache coming on. This little girl said she wouldn't sleep because she didn't like her blanket.
He had already asked servants to bring over dozens of blankets with various cartoon patterns but none of them were good enough for her eyes.
"Good-looking" is such a broad term!
Elliot helplessly sat on the sofa next to him. "What kind of blanket do you want?"
Leah blinked innocently and said, "I like Winnie-the-Pooh."
"It was just sent over earlier! You said it wasn't good looking." Elliot felt extremely frustrated by how much trouble this little girl could cause him. He should have thought twice before bringing her home in the first place!
The little girl explained seriously, "That pattern looks fake; I don't like it."
Elliot pursed his lips and glanced sideways at his servant standing nearby before saying sternly, "Keep looking."
"Yes," the servant respectfully replied before turning around and leaving their sight.
When only Elliot and Leah remained in the room together, he couldn't help but frown while staring at this small child who looked so much like him...
Why did she resemble him so much?
He took one step after another towards Leah until he stood right in front of her face, then reached out his hand to pinch her chubby cheeks gently.
Her face was real. Besides, being such a small child meant there was no way she could have undergone plastic surgery... 'So why does she look so similar to me?'
In fact, the reason why Elliot brought the child home was largely because he found the little girl suspicious.
Even though he was certain he had never slept with any other woman, the striking resemblance made him unable to dismiss the suspicion that this little kid might be his daughter.
Was she related to that woman, Rose, in some way?
However, judging from that young man's reaction just now, he didn't seem to know that Rose was still alive at all.
And that woman... Although he was convinced she was Rose, he hadn't personally verified it yet!
Thinking of this, Elliot felt a headache and picked up his phone to dial the number of his personal doctor.
Soon the phone was answered and a puzzled voice came from the other end of the line. "Mr. Harper?"
"Come to the villa immediately. I need you to extract a blood sample."
After saying this coldly, Elliot hung up the phone directly.
His intuition told him that the little girl in front of him was his biological daughter.
Therefore, to prevent any unexpected situations, conducting a paternity test was the best method.
Twenty minutes later, the doctor arrived at the villa.
"Mr. Harper."
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