Yardley's eyes widened in sheer shock.
A second later, he abruptly let go of Sylvia, snatched the phone, and froze as if he had been struck by lightning. Every nerve in his body pulled taut.
The document on the screen was a DNA paternity test report.
It was for him and his daughter.
The conclusion on the final page clearly stated that he was not the biological father.
Reading those words, his vision went black. Uncontrollable tremors wracked his body. He felt as if he had been plunged into an icy abyss, unable to process the reality before him.
Sylvia caught her breath and forced herself to sit up. Her voice was still weak and timid, but her enunciation was crystal clear.
Every single word was a drill, boring straight into his heart.
"When Melanie and I tried to take Scarlett's baby the other day, it was just to get a DNA sample to test against yours."
"Actually, Aunt Corinne had suspected for a while that the baby wasn't yours because she didn't think the child looked anything like you."
"We ran the test, and sure enough, she isn't yours."
"Yardley, did you really think Scarlett was any better than me? She betrayed you a long time ago. Even the baby isn't yours."
"Now do you see why she's been so desperate to make a huge scene and divorce you?"
Sylvia seized the opportunity to spill everything she had been holding back.
Yardley stared at her, stiff and paralyzed. His heart quaked violently in his chest.

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