Chapter 30 Truth
Philip shut up. He knew she had a point. He had a few adopted kids too, and he treated those kids differently than how he would his son. He had a clear goal when he took them in—to raise them up as Sebastian’s right-hand men.
The boys were also rescued in the direst of moments, and they were grateful for Philip’s help. They wouldn’t complain even if he asked them to give their lives to Sebastian. Hey, but I love them like my own. Sebastian is like a brother to them. He would never see them as his underlings.
The Taylors? Not so much. Only Nigel’s eldest son resembles a human. He’s truly kind to Madeline. Everyone else sees her as a servant and looks down on her, yet they take all she has to offer. I never treated my adopted kids that way. That still makes them trash. F*ck them. He snorted with scorn.
Sebastian smiled. “Now I really want to know what Michael will do once he knows you’re his daughter.”
His own daughter was treated like a servant by the Taylors for so many years, and she was even forced to undergo an IVF process before she could even get herself a boyfriend just to save her cousin. Michael might be a gentleman, but he protects his own like no tomorrow, and he’s really proud. Wonder what he’ll feel once he knows the truth.
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It was a shocking afternoon for Michael, who was in his residence in Wendel City. He was spacing out in his study, the file Dan faxed him sitting on his desk. When they had the video call earlier, he was shocked to see Dan looking so injured, and he asked who did that.
Dan did not answer. Instead, he went on an incoherent speech about how Angie was Cameron’s daughter instead of his, and how his real daughter was Madeline. He was shocked, and he asked what Dan meant.
Dan flailed his arms in frustration, but he refused to answer. He only hastily said he would fax a file over.
When Michael read through the file, he understood what Dan told him earlier. He’s right, and this file proves it. Angie isn’t my real daughter; Madeline is. No paternity test needed either. I’m sure she’s my own daughter.
He compared Angie and Madeline’s photo to his, and he realized that Angie did not resemble him at all. However, he could see some shadow of him on Madeline’s face. He never suspected that Angie wasn’t his daughter, as no one mentioned it before, and he never thought her not resembling him was a problem either.
She might not resemble him, but she had his wife’s looks, and it was normal for girls to inherit their mother’s looks. Who’d be crazy enough to suspect that their kid isn’t their kid? But when that suspicion did arise, he went around to look for evidence and realized that not only did Angie not resemble him, she didn’t resemble his parents either. She had no features of the Wendels at all, but Madeline did resemble Michael’s mother when she was young.
As Angie resembled his wife, he never suspected that she wasn’t his child. I see. She resembles Crystal not because she’s our kid, but because her real mother—Cameron—is Crystal’s half sister.
Cameron looked slightly similar to Crystal. And Angie only resembles Crystal because she resembles her real mother.
Crystal was a legitimate child, but Cameron wasn’t. They might be half sisters, but they were born to be enemies. Cameron despised Crystal, so she gave birth on the same date and in the same hospital as Crystal on purpose. Then, she did a switcheroo while the Wendels weren’t looking.
Which means ever since then, her daughter took my girl’s place and has been enjoying everything the family has to offer, while my real daughter was exiled? She suffered under the hands of Cameron and Xander, almost died on the streets, then Dan saved her only for the Taylors to treat her like a… a servant? She toiled under them, and they insulted her? She’s my only daughter! My princess! But she suffered because of my moment of oversight! He felt his heart torn asunder with pain and fury.
He couldn’t accept that truth, but when his men reported back with the data they gathered, he was forced to accept it. They tracked down the witnesses listed on the file, and they confirmed that Cameron had said the Taylors were all fools multiple times in front of them. According to them, she played the Taylors like a fiddle, and she said her daughter was born to be a princess. They said Cameron looked arrogant and smug when she said that, but they only thought it was the ramblings of an alcoholic, so nobody took it seriously.
Well, that’s it then. Madeline is my real daughter. Our real daughter. The girl I thought was my daughter is actually someone else’s child.
He was the head of the Wendels. He was courageous, smart, and enjoyed success at a young age. The last few decades were more or less the same thing—enjoyment and happiness. It had been a long time since he lost his cool, but that day, he lost it. The man, in his fury, swept everything on his table away onto the ground.
If Cameron was in front of him right then, he would tear her apart limb from limb. He didn’t care what kind of grudge she and Crystal had, but involving an innocent child was going too far. She secretly sent her daughter into my family to enjoy the best life has to offer while my own child suffers the worst life has? How dare she?
His face was white with anger, and he was trembling. It took him a long time, but he finally calmed down. Vengeance wasn’t the first thing on his list. He would have that sooner or later, and he would make sure it was a satisfying one. That wasn’t the most important thing for him right now. The most important thing was to do a paternity test to see if Madeline was his daughter.
He was ninety-nine percent sure that Madeline was his daughter, but he needed to do that test so he could feel at ease and prove it to everyone else. After all, bloodline was something that could never be treated lightly.
