His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 788

The room exploded into an uproar; the chatter boiled over like an unwatched pot ready to spill its contents and lift the roof right off!

“Paternity test results for Frederic and Glynnis? Glynnis isn’t really his daughter? Am I watching some soap opera? This twist hit me like a truck!”

“Wasn’t Frederic just all fatherly a second ago, going on about ‘my daughter this, my daughter that’? And now suddenly she’s not his daughter? Talk about a plot twist!”

“Just look at that pained expression on his face—it’s like he’s chewing on a wasp. He must have just found out that Glynnis isn’t his.”

“To think about it, Frederic has been raising a daughter that's not his own for over two decades. Man, if I were him, I’d be hitting my head against a wall!”

“Elspeth didn’t know he killed his favorite gal, nor did he know he, raised a cuckoo in the nest for years. Does the man have sawdust for brains?”

“That's what you call a hopeless romantic! To think Mr. Frederic could nurture such a deceitful woman for years, I can only say he’s got the patience of a saint; he’s a real character!”

Mockery, sarcasm, and laughter sliced through the air like a boomerang; each biting comment stroke Frederic's psyche with the precision of a sniper.

His eyes were glued to the paternity report on the big screen, and his pupils were shrinking and dilating in rapid succession; his face, normally proud and imperious, turned as pale and bloodless as a ghost!

He rubbed his eyes hard, hoping to dispel the nightmare.

But the words "Frederic is excluded from being Glynnis' biological father" clung to him like a curse; they echoed over and over in his mind, taunting him relentlessly.

“Mr. Frederic!”

Dennis came running up in panic. “I tried to shut down the screen but it’s no use—it must have been sabotaged! We need to shut this press conference down now. The media have swarmed the front and back doors of the hotel. I've sent security to hold them off, but you need to leave, now!”

“Glynnis isn't my daughter? Is this paternity test real?!” Frederic had his bloodshot eyes fixed on the screen.

No matter how Dennis tugged at him, Frederic felt as if his feet were filled with lead; they were numb from the shock.

“No matter whether this paternity test is real or fake, you can’t admit in public that Glynnis isn’t your daughter. If you do, everything you’ve said will become an indelible stain on your life. Better to swallow this bitter pill than become the spineless butt of jokes for a lifetime!”

Dennis' advice seemed the only viable option at the moment.

So, Frederic turned around to face the crowd; feigning calm and indignation, he spoke:

“This is the work of someone with malicious intent; these lies were spread on purpose to tarnish the Abernathy name! The paternity test is a fake; do not be so easily deceived!”

“Is that so?”

Thaddeus' eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “Mr. Frederic, even now, do you continue to protect Glynnis, a woman who has no relation to you or the Abernathy family? Are you truly so magnanimous that you can overlook the fact that Elspeth has made a fool of you for over two decades?”

With that, he lifted the paternity report in his hand, and brazenly displayed it for everyone to see.

“This screen might show lies, but the DNA report I hold is the undeniable truth. Glynnis is indeed not your biological daughter, and not of the Abernathy bloodline!”

The next second, with a debonair flick of his wrist, Thaddeus tossed the report at Frederic’s ashen face!

At that moment, Thaddeus metaphorically stripped Frederic bare for all to see; it was like peeling away not just his clothing but his very skin, leaving him the laughingstock of the world.

Frederic, who had prided himself on his elite education and sharp intellect, had been played for a fool by Elspeth, an actress from the slums, for all these years!

But what could he do now?

As Elspeth was ash now, what recourse did he have against her?

Under the relentless barrage of the press, the shell-shocked Frederic was whisked away from the conference by Dennis and the bodyguards.

He had intended to stand tall as the head of the Abernathy group and turn the tide. Instead, he had capsized, adding yet another dark chapter to the already tarnished reputation of the Abernathy family.

He had become the clown.

Frederic was shoved into the car, with his suit wrinkled, and his impeccable hair now a mess; his dignity was in tatters.

Once in the car, the reporters pressed their cameras against the windows, snapping away at his pallid face and hurling piercing questions about Glynnis' origins.

“What are you waiting for? Drive!” Frederic kicked the driver's seat, teetering on the edge of a breakdown.

The driver, terrified, floored the accelerator, and the luxury car sped away from the hotel car park.

As Dennis frantically scrolled through Twitter, the trending topic #GlynnisNotFrederic’sDaughter soared to the top and even eclipsed Edith’s previous scandal. He was anxious but dared not share this with Frederic, fearing he might completely lose his composure.

"Why is this happening? Why is this happening to me?!"