And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 294

“Selina, come here,” Angeln coaxed with a smile, trying to take her by the arm, but Selina jerked away fiercely.

“Don’t touch me” She huffed and slumped onto the couch, her mood as dark as a brewing storm.

Derrick softened his tone, though it carried an edge of urgency. “I never wanted to tell you this. But now, there’s no hiding it.”

This is Angela, your biological mother”

He gestured to Angela, who gazed at Selina with an affection that seemed to stretch across the years.

Selina was bristling with indignation, “That’s a load of bull. My mom is Magnolia, the belle of the Lopez family. How could this woman dressed like a two bit floozy be my mom?”

Her eyes were daggers, her heart a fortress of denial.

Derrick’s hand struck her cheek with a force that echoed through the room.

“You hit me, Dad?” Selina’s voice was a whisper of disbelief as she clutched her face, her eyes wide. Derrick had never so much as raised his voice at her before.

“Selina, there’s no time for your tantrums. Whether you accept her or not, it doesn’t change the facts.” He took a deep breath as if to brace himself for the tale he was about to unfold. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Angela and Magnolia gave birth on the same day. I switched you with the other baby. But Claude saw, and before he could spill the beans to the Lopezes, the truck driver I bribed hit him. Now, he’s been in a

vegetative state ever since. All these years, nobody questioned your identity because you share my blood type and there’s a resemblance

Selina murmured, her voice barely audible, “And now Claude’s waking up. No wonder he was so agitated seeing me. He doesn’t love ime, and he hates me.”

Her world was shattering around her.

She was the daughter of a mistress.

“This can’t be happening.” she muttered as if by saying it, she could ward off the truth.

It was all a lie.

She was to be the beloved princess, not the product of some shameful affair.

“Dad, you’re lying, right?”

Demick’s voice was ruthless, “You are mine and Angela’s daughter, and you’ve enjoyed a stolen life of luxury for over twenty years.”

Tears of desperation streamed down Selina’s face.

“Selina, no crying now, If Claude fully recovers, itll be the end for both of us. We just can’t let him speak. A flash of malice crossed his

eyes.

“What do we do?”

Selina’s expertise lay in petty schemes and spiteful acts. Strategic planning was beyond her.

“We silence him for good. I’ve talked to a doctor. Coma patients have weak immunity, and they often die from infections. I’ll figure something out. You just need to play along.”

It was a silent, traceless method.

Selina sniffled, her mind racing with cunning thoughts, “What about the other baby? Could she threaten my standing?”

Even in the face of such a revelation, she was quick to worry about her own interests.

Derrick’s cold laugh was a testament to their shared ruthlessness, “I had the truck driver dispose of her. She’s dead”

“You saw it with your own eyes, Dad?”

“He sent me a photo. It was a dead infant.

Selina felt a shiver of unease, a twitch in her eye. She couldn’t afford to miss any detail, “Dad, are you sure he wasn’t lying? find that truck driver?”

Derrick scoffed, “Country bumpkins can’t resist cash. He to

took half a million and disappeared.”

The truck had insurance, and even after hitting Claude, the driver never faced jail time.

Angela’s face was a picture of contentment as she looked on, “At last, our family is together again.”