The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 722

Marico dodged the first few strikes, buying enough time for Hubert to rush over and pull Kristin to safety. Only then did he turn to face Hamilton head-on.

The two men collided in a vicious brawl. Julian frowned and ran over to Theodore.

"Dad, why aren't you stopping them?"

Theodore, still wearing his sunglasses, glanced down at his son. "Let them fight. Until they beat it out of their systems, neither of them is going to back down."

Julian mirrored his father, sitting back on the bench and pulling a pair of shades from his pocket to put on.

"Where's your brother?"

"Over there. He's staying with Kristin."

Theodore glanced at his youngest son, watching him shield Kristin like a miniature bodyguard, projecting an aura that warned everyone to stay away from his sister.

Deciding not to intervene, Theodore went back to enjoying the show with his eldest son.

"Whoa, Marico's right hook is brutal. He's making Hamilton backpedal!"

"But Hamilton's footwork is deadly. He almost took out Marico's leg just now."

Struck by a sudden idea, Julian pulled out his phone, recorded a quick video, and sent it to Penelope Laurier.

Penelope was working late at the office. When she opened the clip, she stared at it in sheer disbelief before forwarding it straight to Natalie Taylor.

Natalie took one look at the footage and felt a massive headache coming on. She had deliberately lied to Hamilton and the Amos family, letting them believe her baby belonged to someone else just so she could secure her divorce. If possible, she would have kept the secret to her grave. She knew exactly how ruthless the Amos family could be. If they ever found out Kristin was Hamilton's daughter, they would tear her world apart to take her back.

"Your daughter's name is Kristin, right? She looks exactly like Hamilton did when he was a kid."

Natalie's heart skipped a beat at the memory, and she looked across the table at Alma.

"I met your daughter once. She is incredibly sweet. I told Hamilton's father that if she were our granddaughter, it would be wonderful. We would spoil her rotten and do everything we could to make up for the last six years."

"Kristin is not Hamilton's child," Natalie said firmly. "We did a paternity test back then. If you don't believe me, you can ask him."

"I know about the test, but mistakes happen. There could have been an error somewhere along the line."

"That's impossible. I know who the father of my child is better than any piece of paper."

Alma's expression darkened. Natalie's infidelity, regardless of her reasons, had been a massive slap in the face to the Amos family. If this child truly wasn't her son's, it was just another insult. She was understandably furious.

"Since we're laying everything out on the table, there's no need to beat around the bush. I strongly suspect your daughter carries the Amos bloodline. I expect you to cooperate and have your daughter take another paternity test with my son."

Natalie's fists clenched tightly under the table. "Alma, you can't just snap your fingers and expect everyone to fall in line. I have the right to refuse."