?<strong>Chapter 664:</strong>


    The papers slipped from her trembling hands, fluttering down and scattering across the floor.


    Herplexion drained of color as her mind raced, her vacant eyes reflecting an overwhelming cocktail of terror and disbelief. How could this be?


    How could Belinda possibly be Car’s biological daughter?


    It was absurd. Belinda was supposed to be the daughter of that mistress!


    This oue shouldn’t have been possible!


    To Kylee, it felt as though her entire world hade crashing down.


    Her knees threatened to give way, and she copsed onto the sofa, her body trembling uncontrobly. Her face shifted from ashen to a sickly green, betraying her utter devastation.


    She couldn’t understand this.


    She had always believed she was Car’s biological daughter. Yet, the report said otherwise.


    And that Belinda! The test showed she was Car’s biological daughter! This was impossible!


    The testing facility must have made an error and mixed up the samples.


    But deep inside, Kylee knew the odds of such a mistake were slim to none.


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    There was one thing she didn’t understand now.


    She recalled the first paternity test she had conducted for Belinda and Car, which had proven no rtion between them.


    Why was the result different now?


    Was it because she had used a different testing facility this time?


    Desperate for answers, Kylee gathered the reports and took a deep breath, attempting to stay calm. She resolved to uncover the truth.


    In the evening, at The Rooftop restaurant,


    Devin had invited Belinda out for dinner.


    After finishing her work, Belinda made her way to the restaurant.


    “Dr. Wright,” Devin greeted Belinda warmly, rising from his seat and pulling out a chair for her.


    “Thank you,” Belinda said with a polite nod, taking the offered seat.


    “Take a look at the menu and see what you’d like to eat,” Devin said, handing Belinda the menu.


    Belinda skimmed the options and chose a few dishes before passing the menu back to Devin.


    As the waiter left with their order, Devin said, “I really appreciate you taking the time to meet me, Dr. Wright, especially considering how busy you are. I also want to apologize for what happened the other day.”


    Belinda smiled faintly, brushing off his concern. “It’s fine, Mr. Davidson. There’s no need to mention that again.”


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