The Wrong Girl and the Wronged Girl (Stella and Ethan) novel Chapter 837

Chapter 837 Paternity Test Panic Mode

Manny froze. A paternity test? What the heck was that supposed to mean?

Artemis drew in a sharp breath; her tone was heavy with frustration. “Your father wants to do a paternity test with your two sisters. When he gets back this afternoon, he’s taking them in for

it.”

Manny fell silent.

“Think of something,” Artemis urged.

“Think of something? Wait-”

Manny’s thoughts tangled; something flashed through his mind. He looked at Artemis, his voice shaking.

“You mean… Lina and Lana aren’t…?”

His mind went completely blank.

Artemis didn’t answer.

Manny nearly lost it. “How could you do something like that?”

When he’d first found out he wasn’t his father’s biological son, it had already been a huge shock. But now–now she was saying his sisters weren’t either…

“Mother, you!”

Faced with Manny’s sudden disappointment, Artemis grew irritated. “Ugh, this isn’t the time to talk about that!”

“Your father cannot take that test with them; if he does, we’re finished!”

Manny went silent. Finished…

She was right–once that test was done, they’d all be ruined.

“It’s all Tessa’s fault!” Artemis hissed. “I already promised her I’d go back to Black Mountain, and she still stabbed me in the back!”

“Tessa?”

“Yes, her! She’s the one who egged your father on. When I get the chance, she’ll regret it for the

rest of her life.”

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Artemis‘ voice dripped with venom; she wanted nothing more than to tear Tessa apart.

At that very moment, Tessa sneezed in Victor’s arms. He quickly tugged the blanket up around her shoulders. She’d been running a fever all night, and since going to a hospital up in Echo Peak was such a hassle, Victor had driven her home overnight.

Luckily, her temperature had stabilized once they got back–must’ve been the cold mountain air that made it worse. They’d slept in late.

Tessa wriggled under the covers, rubbing her nose. “Can you not hold me so tight?” she mumbled.

Victor lifted a brow.

“It’s too hot!” she complained, pouting.

He really was warm, she’d be grateful for it; but the room wasn’t cold now, and being wrapped up in his arms under the blanket was suffocating.

Victor chuckled. “Funny, you were the one begging me to hold you last night; now you’re complaining?”

“It’s hot,” Tessa grumbled.

It really was. She was drenched in sweat, but Victor didn’t seem to care; he kept holding her close.

His warm palm came to rest on her forehead.

Feeling her temperature back to normal, he finally let her go. “Go take a shower; I’ll get you some breakfast after.”

Tessa nodded and threw back the blanket, but as soon as her feet hit the floor, her knees gave out. The world spun, and before she hit the ground, a strong hand caught her by the waist and pulled her back into Victor’s chest.

His breath brushed against her ear, low and teasing. “Legs giving out already? I didn’t even do anything last night.”

Tessa sniffed and huffed, “Having a fever feels like running a marathon; my legs are jelly!”

In the end, Victor helped her into the bathroom to wash up.

When they came out dressed, Silas was waiting outside while the maids set the breakfast table. Soft porridge and light side dishes–simple food suited for someone recovering from an

illness.

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Seeing them, Silas stepped forward. “Hey, Dale’s here.”

Victor and Tessa exchanged a glance.

Tessa frowned. “He came again?”

“Ashen Pact’s falling apart fast; of course, he’s desperate.”

Desperate was putting it mildly. He’d been losing his mind before, and now that he knew Tessa was with Victor, of course, he’d try to use her as his way in.

Victor glanced at her.

“What are you looking at me for?” Tessa shot back. “Ashen Pact’s got nothing to do with me.”

At least she was clear about that–Ashen Pact’s problems weren’t hers to solve.

Seeing her so detached, Victor couldn’t help but smile faintly.

He ruffled her soft hair and asked Silas, “Who’s he here to see?”

“He wants to see your sister–in–law.”

The moment Tessa heard that, she snorted. “I’m not seeing him.”

She wasn’t stupid. The way Dale looked at her—it wasn’t the way a father looked at his daughter.

What she saw in his eyes was worry for Ashen Pact’s troubles, nothing more.

To put it bluntly, Dale didn’t feel anything like a father toward her.

And she–she didn’t feel a shred of warmth toward him either.

If anything, she felt an inexplicable resistance.

Every time she heard the name Dale, an unshakable instinct told her–she wasn’t his daughter at all.

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