The Ultimate Husband (Darryl and Lily Lyndon) novel Chapter 5281

What a joke!

Just then, Ambrose let out a laugh of exasperation as he flared up in a fury and asked Veron coldly, "Why should I do that? I'll say it again. We're talking about serious business. There's no time for your nonsense."

Veron was truly crazy, making up things as she pleased.

The angrier Ambrose seemed, the more convinced Veron was that he hid something. She called out, "If you don't do it, you're guilty. You're afraid of the baby's true identity being revealed and that it'll affect your reputation as well as that of the Elysium Gate. More importantly, you just want to protect this hussy, right?"

As he spoke, Veron did not forget to glower at Heather viciously.

"Shut up!"

Ambrose was nothing but furious, roaring the words as he finally nodded.

"Fine, I'll do the damn blood match, but hear me loud and clear. If the baby isn't related to me, you'll leave me alone forever."

Ambrose was truly enraged then.

Veron was too much—hitting Heather and going as far as to say that the baby was his.

However, Ambrose knew that if he did not prove his relationship with the child, Veron would never let it go.

Whew…

Veron bit her lip as she smirked. "Very well. If the child has nothing to do with you, I'll get out of your life forever. What happens if you're related?"

"That's up to you," Ambrose said without hesitation.

The child belonged to the Sea Dragon Empress, and Ambrose had nothing to do with her at all. He was not worried in the slightest about Veron's antics.

Seeing as a bet was forming, everyone frowned to themselves.

The discussion about how to face up against the Sea Dragon palace was no light matter, and it was bad enough that Veron was there to cause chaos. Ambrose, the head of the Elysium Gate, playing along was a little out of line.

At the thought, Chester frowned as he said to Ambrose, "That's enough, Amby. Stop this nonsense."

Following that, Ambrose beckoned for Heather to come forward with the child.

Just then, Heather bit her lip as she frowned reluctantly. "Do you really want to do this? It's just a baby, wouldn't piercing the skin hurt?"

Heather had a kind heart, and she was still concerned for the baby at a time like that instead of being angry at Veron for making a scene.

Ambrose let out a sigh as he comforted her with a smile. "I won't cut as deep. It'll be fine."

He held the baby's tiny palm in his hand as he spoke, pricking the middle finger lightly.

Waah!

The child had been sleeping, and began to wail at the sharp pain as the blood gushed out.

Heather's heart ached, and she rushed to the side with the child in her arms as she fussed and cooed in an attempt to comfort the poor child, the blood left forgotten.

That was because Heather knew the child was not her and Ambrose's.