Beck noticed that Lucas was so calm and sure, so he didn't know whom he should trust for a moment.
However, he agreed with one thing that a paternity test must be done. After hearing his decision, Celina
made her decision decisively. After all, there was a risk. If she didn't handle it well, her child would be
damaged. She would go all out to do it after she was born. Beck's wife was on Celina's side, and she
believed that Lucas wanted to pass the buck to her daughter. Her mother and daughter's alliance made
Beck have no choice but to go back to D City directly.
Mr. Hou thought that so many evidences all pointed to Lucas. Her daughter would definitely not be
wrong. If Lucas refused to take responsibility, let his wife make a decision. Therefore, she encouraged
Celina to call out Miss Sophia.
Hearing that Sophia had mentioned the baby's father, Sophia was extremely shocked. Her heart and
brain almost went blank. It was no wonder that she implied that Celina had a married husband and two
sons last time!
She tried her best to maintain calm, which made her feel very painful, as if someone had stabbed her in
the back. She had to pretend as if nothing had happened even if she was in great pain, letting the
wound flow with blood. She used so much strength that she felt a dull pain in her chest.
"Miss Celina, I trust my husband. He would never do such a thing!" Her voice was like the
undercurrent, heavy and slow.
Celina wasn't a stupid woman. Her only purpose for the time being was to make Lucas admit that he
was the father of her child. If she embroidered too much, it would only annoy Sophia, which would be
even more inconvenient for Lucas to accept her child. He loves you. He doesn't want you to know
about this. He doesn't want to be responsible for my children either. He ignores me. I have no choice
but to come to you. I don't want to destroy your family. I just hope that you can admit and accept my
child. "
Sophia was expressionless, and her dark eyes were like a deep pool that could not be detected, which
covered the surging undercurrent at the bottom of the pool. It was bleeding from her chest.
It didn't look like Celina was lying, and she couldn't make up the story. Damn it! Lucas, he was so
serious that he didn't even mention a word. He even said yes to her when he did something wrong.
This was simply a challenge to her trust. No, it was a challenge, or a trample on it!
"Miss, I can't wrongly accuse my husband just because of your side words. I will ask him clearly." Her
voice was as calm as the wind.
Celina's lips trembled slightly. It was out of her expectation that Sophia was so calm. "Mrs. Mo, I want
to confirm with you whether there is a tattoo on Mr. Mo's left chest. Is it engraved with your name? I
saw him when we were together that night. But he didn't answer my question. "
All of a sudden, she trembled violently, and her hands and feet were twitching so violently that her
blood vessels were nearly distorted. She stood up, didn't answer him, and just said faintly, "I should go,
Miss Celina." Then she walked out slowly.
It was raining outside.
The thin rain, like a layer of indifferent smoke, interwove into a hazy and bleak grey net in the cold
wind, enveloped the streets, the buildings, the trees and the cars.
She walked into the grey net, and the chill swept over her. It was grey and desolate, just like her heart,
which lost its vitality all of a sudden.
She forgot how she came back home. With cold rain water and heart, she leaned on the sofa.
The room was enveloped in darkness.
The window was half open. What entered the room was not only the cold wind, but also the heavy
twilight.
She shrank into the depths of the sofa. In the dim light, she was lifeless in a thin white robe, like a light
falling cigarette.
The air in the living room was freezing and desolate, with coldness and darkness aggravated at the
same time. She was always wrapped in that wet dress, looking cold and gloomy
It hurts.
Not knowing when, a pair of big hands held his face.
"Your whole body is wet. Why don't you go change your clothes?"
She didn't move or want to answer.
"Sophia, what's wrong with you?" He picked her up, went back to her room to change her clothes, blew
her hair with a hair dryer, and asked the servant to make ginger soup to dispel the cold. She remained
motionless, like a puppet at his disposal.
He was really scared to see her like this.
"Sophia, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable? Or did anything happen to you?" He held up
her face, anxiously and anxiously. His heart was almost jumping out of his chest.
She didn't respond. She closed her eyes. It seemed that she didn't hear him. He grabbed her shoulders
and shook them gently. Sweats streaming down from his forehead, a wisp of sweat dripping down his
face. "Sophia, say something to me. Don't scare me like this." His voice was husky, pleading, and
anxious.
She lay down, burying her head in the pillow, and asked in a dull and hoarse voice, "what are you going
to do with Celina?"
He was shocked with his heart beating fast, "you've already known everything?"
"What else can I do? You're such a good liar!" A smile of sadness fell from the corner of her mouth to
the pillow.
"Sophia." He sighed, "I've always wanted to tell you, but I was afraid that you wouldn't believe me, so I
decided to wait until the paternity test come out."
"Paternity test? Do you still suspect that the child is not yours? " She said weakly, thinking it was
unnecessary.
"She is not mine. I have never touched her. Where is the baby from?" His tone was firm and
unwavering.
She was startled, jumped up from the bed all of a sudden, stared at him with her eyes wide open, and
said, "what? The baby is not yours?"
"No, it's not."
"But Celina said that you were drugged?" She was stunned.
"That's true, but I left when I was still rational. I don't know what happened to Celina, but it has nothing
to do with me." Lucas explained.
Confused, she asked, "if it weren't for you, why would the man have the same tattoo as yours?"
"This trap is very ingenious. That person must have been very clear to me, or have investigated me in
secret. Celina knows this point and is certain that it is me. No matter how I explain, she won't believe
me." Lucas sighed bitterly. He held her face and implored, "Sophia, you must believe me!"
She stretched out her arms and encircled his neck. With her eyes full of trust, she stopped looking at
his face and said, "as long as you say no, I believe you. We must find the bastard, castrate him, and let
him be a eunuch for the rest of his life. " She was outraged.
He looked at her with affection. He almost forgot that this woman was willing to share the wind and rain
with him. No matter how strong the wind outside, she would always be able to stand by his side and
fight with him, never giving up. And he would never fail her trust and love.
He sat on the sofa with one hand supporting the back of his head and the other holding her. After a
long while of silence, she looked up and her thick eyelashes flickered. "Do you think that it was done by
Rossi again?" The more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was the style of the underworld.
Sneaky, furtive, bold and always playing tricks behind the back. What a black sheep!
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