“Who are they?” Amber asked, staring at the two ragged boys who had just entered.
Panic surged within her.
One boy sat in a wheelchair with shriveled legs, while the other had a vacant expression, punctuated by occasional, deranged laughter and drool at the corner of his mouth.
I smirked, “They? They’re your and Anthony’s sons.”
Anthony flushed with anger. “Are you insane? You found two beggars to repulse me!”
Ignoring him, I gestured to the boys and asked, “Don’t you think they resemble Amber?”
Children often resembled their mothers when they grew up.
Despite their dirt–covered faces, the boys bore a slight resemblance to Amber.
Amber was completely panicked, but she still held on.
She asked, “Hannah, what do you mean?”
I settled into a chair, crossing my legs. “Micah and Maxwell are my biological children.
“These are the sons you’ve been waiting for eighteen years.”
Chapter 4
Amber froze. “No way! You’re lying! I want a paternity test!”
Most people had a general idea when comparing their looks.
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I retrieved a folder from my bag. “Here are the paternity reports for Griffin, Gavin, and Anthony. Read them.”
I tossed the file onto the table. Amber knelt to skim through the
pages.
When she reached the final identification results, her legs buckled.
She stammered, “No, it can’t be! You must have faked it!
“You’re crazy about wanting a son. You even forged the paternity tests!”
I pointed to my head and said, “The document is notarized with a licensed Notary Public’s signature.”
The Parker family members were stunned when they saw the signature.
Only Micah and Maxwell sighed in relief, standing quietly behind me.
When Anthony and Amber died in that strange car accident, their quick cremation raised my suspicions about their deaths.
Afterward, I discovered I was pregnant with twins.
So I came up with a bold plan.
Chapter 4 children.
I took them to the countryside under the guise of grief.
Two years later, I returned with my twin boys.
Everyone assumed they were Anthony’s illegitimate children, even my parents, who called me foolish for raising someone else’s kids.
But I didn’t care about their opinions.
Everything I did was for this moment.
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