This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

Meanwhile, Sonia’s expression turned sour. She hadn’t expected that things would turn out like this and

her hand was shaking where it had gripped the armrest tightly. Is this it? Will I actually be personally

handed over to the police by Titus?

Titus was already taking out his phone and one could practically feel his triumph from across the room as

he made to call the cops.

Upon seeing this, Toby narrowed his eyes into dangerous slits. He was about to say something when

Zane finally snapped out of his daze and turned to look at Titus. “Hold your horses!”

Everyone’s gazes fell on him when they heard this and Titus was sullen as he accused, “Are you going to

stop me, Young Master Zane?”

“I think the results are fake and I refuse to believe it!” Zane said with an air of authority as he threw the

paperwork onto the floor unceremoniously.

Rina grimaced spitefully at his interjection and her fists curled at her sides. The results are out, but he’s

still trying to make me look suspicious. Is he so dead-set on bringing me down?

“Fake?” Titus repeated with a cold sneer. “Young Master Zane, you’ve seen the results with your own

eyes and you even asked someone to head into the laboratory to keep an eye on the procedure. What

gives you the right to accuse us of faking the results?”

“What right do I have? In case you forgot, they’re still here!” Zane pointed smugly at Hal and Greta, both

of whom hurried forward and came to a stop next to him.

He clapped a hand on Hal’s shoulder and added, “Look at his face and tell me Taylor doesn’t resemble

him!”

“Dad,” Rina interjected as she grabbed Titus’ arm and swayed it. “Dad, my resemblance to that man is

more likely due to my having spent the last twenty-over years with him under the same roof. I heard that

these things could happen even if the cohabitants are not biologically related, so maybe I look like my

adoptive father precisely because of it.”

“Rina’s words make sense, Titus. I don’t think it’s too far of a stretch. You know how when two people,

even lovers, start to resemble each other after living together for a while. Look at President Morrison and

his wife—they didn’t look like each other at all in the beginning, but that changed after a couple of years

down the road.”

Titus nodded in agreement. “That’s true.”

Zane gaped at Titus and Julia. He couldn’t believe that they were so easily convinced by Rina’s

explanation and found himself thinking, My goodness, I’m dealing with a couple of idiots! Even if

whatever Rina said were to happen in real life, the resemblance wouldn’t be so freakishly strong! She

and Hal are clearly biologically related!

Even Toby couldn’t resist eyeing Rina with subtle admiration. It seemed that she was able to leave a

better, albeit more scheming impression of herself every time they met; her intelligence and sharp wit

was unexpectedly well-honed, given her ability to resolve her own crises in an incredibly short amount of

time. If she hadn’t betrayed Sonia, Toby thought of recruiting her as a subordinate and nurturing her

talent.

“So…” Hal rubbed his palms together with a little nervousness as he peered at Zane. “Mr. Coleman,

about the DNA test you mentioned earlier, can it determine whether a child is biologically related to his or

her parents like on those television shows?”

“That’s right,” Zane affirmed with a nod.

Hal’s eyes began to redden as he became flustered. “So, you’re saying that little wench Taylor is the

biological daughter of those rich folks? And the test has actually proved it?”

“Yes.” Zane nodded once more.

An angry look flashed across Hal’s features as he glowered at Rina and her so-called ‘biological parents’

before he spat out in disgust, “How could she be your biological kid? I watched as my wife delivered her,

so how in the world did she suddenly become your child?”

He might not have had much regard for this daughter of his, but he was keen to safeguard his own pride.

After all, what would become of him if he actually allowed his own child to become someone else’s in the

blur of a moment?

“Dad, I’m scared,” Rina whimpered, ducking behind Titus like a skittish kitten.

Similarly, Titus hadn’t expected Hal to become so frightening all of a sudden and he was about to retort

when Sonia smacked the armrest of her wheelchair to silence everybody. “That’s enough. Since we all

have something to say about the results, why don’t we just do another test and be done with it?”

Titus eyed her incredulously. “The report from the test we did earlier is still here! If you don’t want to

admit the truth of it now, who knows what you will say when the next report is out?”

She bit her lip. “No, if the next test report indicates that Taylor’s your daughter, I’ll let this go once and for

all. If she’s shown that she’s not biologically related to you two, then you’ll have to hand her over.”

“Dad!” Rina began to panic.

“Don’t worry, she won’t get away with this.” He patted her arm soothingly before turning to stare at Sonia

darkly. “How do you propose we carry out the next test?”

“You still have a couple strands of hair on you, right, President Gray? Pluck them and we’ll have the

samples delivered to several other test facilities. Also, Taylor will have to do a DNA test to see whether

her sample matches that of Hal and Greta as well. Once the results are out, we’ll do a comparison and

see whose daughter she is,” Sonia announced as she narrowed her eyes.

Zane brightened up considerably and clapped his hands in agreement. “I’m all for this idea! How about

you, Titus? You’ve the guts to continue with this?” There was a clear challenge in his eyes as he gazed

at Titus.

Titus scoffed indignantly. “Of course I’ve the guts or you won’t stop breathing down my neck about this

ridiculous matter! If you’re so sure that Rina is this couple’s child, then I’ll just have to prove you wrong!”

He took out the individual sample bags of hair that he had prepared earlier before he glanced at Rina.

“Rina, we’re going to need a couple more strands of your hair.”

This revelation made a chill run down her spine and her face paled as she hesitated to pluck out any

more strands of her hair. She didn’t dare to, seeing that the one she gave as a sample earlier was

Sonia’s and not her own!