Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 208

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I am the real daughter of the Jones family

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The room went completely silent. If someone dropped a pin, I was sure everyone would hear it.

All the reporters froze in place, eyes wide, mouths slightly open as they stared at me, then slowly shifted their gazes to my mother and my brothers, as if waiting for them to stand up and throw me out for daring to say something so outrageous. But my mother didn’t move, and neither did Ryan nor Theodore.

They simply sat there, their attention fixed on me, as though no one else in the room existed. Seeing that, the reporters grew even more confused, exchanging glances with one another, clearly unsure of what they were witnessing.

For a few long seconds, no one spoke. Then finally, one reporter seemed to snap out of the shock. She cleared her throat and asked carefully, “You’re claiming to be the long–lost daughter of the Jones family. Is that true? Has this been proven with a DNA test? And how were you lost in the first place? From what the public knows, the only daughter of the Jones family is Katherine. Is there some kind of misunderstanding here?”

I looked directly at her, aware of the dozens of eyes watching my every move, waiting for hesitation, waiting for me to stumble and retreat.

Of course they were confused. The world didn’t know the truth about Katherine, and to them, my words must have sounded like a sudden lie or a desperate attempt at attention. They probably expected me to avoid the question or give a vague answer. But I had worked as a PR agent for a reason.

I reached for the microphone, lifted it calmly, and held it close to my mouth, my expression steady and composed.

“To answer your question,” I said evenly, my voice calm, “yes, it is true. I am the real daughter of the Jones family, and a DNA test has confirmed it.”

I paused briefly before continuing, choosing my words carefully. “I was lost because of a mistake.”

I didn’t elaborate on what that mistake was. Not everything needed to be dragged into the light, and revealing the details would only create more chaos and unnecessary drama. I could feel the suspicion in the room deepen, but I didn’t waver.

I lifted my chin slightly and continued. “Katherine and I were switched at birth. Because of that, I was lost. But now, I have been found. And now, I will take back my place.”

The reporters listened to my words in stunned silence, their expressions shifting between disbelief and curiosity, until one of them finally spoke up. “Miss, I’m sorry to say this, but even though your story is… somewhat believable, how are we supposed to know you’re telling the truth? Maybe you should let us see the DNA-”

He didn’t get to finish.

My mother’s hand slammed down on the table with a sharp, echoing bang that made several people flinch and instinctively step back. The man froze mid–sentence, his face draining of color. I turned to look at my mother, genuinely startled. Her gaze was dark, stormy, and terrifying. I had never seen her like that before. Then again, she had never needed to look like that around me. Most of the time, she smiled warmly, acted playful, and gentle, to the point where I had nearly forgotten who she truly was.

This woman wasn’t just my mother, she was the second richest person in the country, the head of the Jones family.

“How dare you,” she said coldly. “Who do you think you are to question my daughter like that?” Her eyes bored into the reporter. “Are you implying she isn’t my daughter?”

The man immediately broke out in a cold sweat, shaking his head so hard it was almost painful to watch. “N–no, that’s not what I meant, I–I-”

My mother didn’t let him recover. She leaned forward slightly, her presence alone suffocating. “Are you saying I’m wrong? That I don’t know my own daughter?” Her voice dropped even lower. ” Do you have a death wish?”

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I am the real daughter of the Jones family

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The reporter was trembling now. “No! Of course not! I wouldn’t dare. Please forgive me.”

My mother’s sharp gaze swept across the room, and one by one, the reporters lowered their heads, not daring to meet her eyes. Beside me, Theodore smirked as if he were watching an entertaining scene unfold, clearly enjoying every second of it. I sighed softly, then turned back to my mother.

“Mom, please,” I said quietly.

The word slipped out before I could stop it.

My mother froze. Theodore’s smirk vanished, his eyes widening, and even Ryan looked genuinely surprised. They all stared at me, and I stared back, just as confused by my own words. Then my mother’s expression shifted instantly, the storm melting into a bright smile.

“Y–you just called me mom,” she said, her voice unsteady with emotion.

Only then did I realize what I had done. I didn’t fully understand why calling her that made her so happy, but I nodded anyway.

“Yes, I did. Can I handle this, please, Mom?”

I turned to my brothers. “Elder brothers?”

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Theodore’s eyes widened before he broke into a wide grin. “Yeah,” he said easily. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep her under control.”

Ryan looked at me with clear approval in his eyes and gave a small nod. My mother was still smiling, quietly repeating the word as if it were the most precious thing she had ever heard. Seeing that, my eyes softened for a brief moment before I turned back

to the reporters.

They looked shocked now, and scared. They couldn’t believe how quickly the situation had changed. But I hadn’t done it for them. I straightened my posture, my grip on the microphone firm.

I did this because I wanted everyone to listen to what I was about to say. Especially the killer who was hiding somewhere out there, watching from the shadows like a rat.

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I lifted my gaze toward the cameras, the corners of my lips slowly curving into a calm smile, the kind that didn’t waver no matter how many eyes were fixed on me. “Do you really think that the Jones family would be so sloppy as to be fooled by a random woman?”

A murmur rippled through the room. The reporters glanced at one another, exchanging looks before some of them nodded unconsciously, as if realizing the logic in my words.

I continued, my tone unhurried, my posture relaxed yet commanding, feeling nothing like the girl they had expected to see stumble under pressure. “If I weren’t their real daughter,” I went on, “they would have known long before this moment.”

I leaned forward slightly, placing one hand flat against the cool surface of the table. “Which means there is only one truth here. I am the real daughter of the Jones family,”

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