Listening to Jessa's garrulous remarks, her heart was aching. The word "cheating" is the last thing she
wants to face now. But... she couldn't help asking.
"How do you know that?" Trixie was curious.
"How do I know? He bought a house for the little fox, and the little bitch didn't know who he was and
ran home to make trouble with me!" Jessa said, very disdain, "She’s young? So what? I followed him
for so many years, can I still have no means? I grabbed the evidence of their affair and found a lawyer
to sue... him! Guess what? He broke off with the little fox himself and transferred the house to my
name..."
She did not listen to the last things she said.
Although Daryl's asset accounts for so many years are clear to her, including a part of her shares in the
company, it does not rule out the possibility that he secretly bought a house.
The thought of that made her twist her brows. Thousands of speculations upset her. Perhaps, she
should have a good look, as Jessa said.
Back home, she sat on the sofa for a while, and then couldn't help cleaning the house. She and Daryl
are not often at home, and Kinsley is not a naughty child. The living room, master bedroom and second
bedroom are cleaned quickly.
But while cleaning the study, she accidentally saw an open envelope at his desk. Curiosity drove her to
pull out the documents inside.
When she glanced at the word "paternity test" above, she took a step back in fear. The document also
fell from her hand to the ground. How can there be a file bag of paternity test results here?
She reacted and hurriedly picked up a few sheets of paper on the ground. Before she could see the
name of the appraiser clearly, there was a sudden sound of rapid footsteps outside the door.
Then, the door of the study opened and Daryl appeared breathlessly outside the door. When he saw
her holding the paternity test document, his face changed obviously.
But he soon calmed down, as if he’s relieved.
"You scared me to death, I thought this thing was lost." He naturally took the sheets of paper from her
hand and put them in the envelope.
"Whose paternity test is this?" She didn't know how she asked the question. Her brain was blank and
even made her feel suffocated.
"This is for a friend who asked me to help him check. He suspects that his wife is having an affair and
worries that the child is not his own."
He carefully sealed the envelope and turned to leave. She suddenly reached out and grabbed him.
"Which friend?"
"In business, you have never seen him." He answered smoothly.
"I want to have a look..." She insisted.
He was impatient. "This is somebody else's private matter. What's so good?"
After saying it, he took the envelope out of the door. She stood where she was. She looked at the
direction of the door and suddenly collapsed.
Daryl's attitude made her sure that he was really hiding something from her. It took a long time for her
to calm herself down.
She can't go too far. She still has a daughter. As Mrs. Brown said, there are some things that need to
be steady. Inadvertently, she caught a glimpse of the miniature camera beside the hanging picture in
the living room.
An idea sprouted quietly in her heart.
The company recently had a one-week business trip, which she didn't want to go to, but now it seems
that it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
She wants to know if he can't bear it if she is not at home for a long time....
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