For a moment, Bianca froze.
She even forgot to cry, just staring blankly at Forrest, trying to read some sign on his face.
But Forrest's face was a mask of indifference. Nothing but coldness.
The way he looked at her held not a shred of warmth.
Bianca's expression shifted from stunned silence to shock, then to utter disbelief.
Finally, she desperately sought reassurance from Forrest. "Dad, you're lying, right?"
Without waiting for his reply, she began to answer herself.
"You must be lying."
"You're just saying that to protect yourself, aren't you?"
"I understand! Once you've cleared your name from this mess and are back on your feet, you can figure out a way to get me and Mom out. I get it."
She desperately tried to make excuses for him.
But no matter how many excuses she made, Forrest remained cold and distant.
He even personally extinguished the last flicker of hope in her eyes.
He showed Bianca the paternity test he had brought with him. The results clearly stated that they were not related.
What was even more devastating was the date on the report: twenty-seven years ago.
Which meant that Forrest had done a paternity test right after she was born.
Bianca completely lost control, unable to accept this cruel reality.
She shot up from her seat, reaching out to snatch the report from his hands and tear it to shreds.
But the iron bars were between them. As she reached for it, Forrest simply lifted his hand, and she missed.
The cold iron bars thwarted her frantic attempt.
Her sudden outburst was so loud that a guard banged on the iron door with a baton, warning Bianca.
"Sit down!"
Bianca collapsed back into her chair, her face ashen.


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