Return Of The Sports Tycoon's Ultimate Heir

Chapter 2

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called. I could hear his gentle voice, interspersed

ded f

her face grim. "The doctor said Jenna has a grad

orway, her posture

le? I thought it was her left foot tha

n snapped, "You're still arguing! You

g was useless. I needed evi

next to the head of the table, her foot in an e

meal, not looking at me once. Phyllis was

oment later, I heard his low voice through the door. I couldn't make out much

especially after Jenna came into the family. I thought about the way J

ething to do with m

ing room. The three of us sat in the living roo

again," Jeffry said, he sat in his armcha

, you said I pushed you. Can you tell me, did I use

She stammered, "I... I was

njured your left ankle. But I remember you clutc

ble. "I... I was dazed fro

tairs are covered with thick carpet. You couldn't have gotten thos

with a rhinestone-studded hair cli

d she quickly looked away from m

ugh, Madisyn! Are you interrogating a criminal? She's yo

his eyes had changed. It was no longer just

cracks in J

, holding a file. "Mr. Chapman, I came

e made Jenna's body t

ast with a strange expression. "I was reviewing last

to Jeffry. "Sir, there's something I'd

as a signal. A very

mething but was silence

e study. The living room grew ent

her head bowed, her fingers gripp

, his jaw clenched tight, the muscles jumping in his ch

was in

decipher it. There was anger, disappointment, and a hin

voice devoid of any warmth. "From t

the situation, to pr

this wasn

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“For twenty-two years, I had believed I was the biological daughter of the wealthy Chapman family. Yet despite that, I was always treated like an outsider while they showered Jenna with love and attention. After a family dinner, Jenna deliberately threw herself down the stairs and cried that I had pushed her. My parents didn't even ask for my side of the story. My father coldly threw a DNA report on the desk and declared that I wasn't their biological daughter after all, and that Jenna was. They stripped me of my belongings, locked me in a dark storage room overnight, and kicked me out the next morning. They handed me an address for my supposed "real" parents, claiming they were ordinary working-class people, then tossed me a few dollars as a final act of charity to get me out of their sight. I couldn't understand how twenty-two years of family ties could be erased by a single fake tear. Even after I smashed a priceless vase to prove Jenna had never actually injured her ankle, they still looked at me with pure disgust. They threw me away like garbage just to protect the daughter they believed was truly theirs. But when I took the bus to the address of my supposed "poor" biological parents, I didn't find a run-down house. Instead, I found a sprawling estate. And standing inside was the billionaire tycoon behind Montgomery Sports Group. In his hands was a new DNA report showing a 99.999% probability of a biological match. "Welcome home, Madisyn," he said, his eyes rimmed red. "We've been searching for you for twenty-two years."”