Return Of The Sports Tycoon's Ultimate Heir

Chapter 4

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ry's

. I kept replaying the sight of the shattered vase a

as brilliant. Jenna's lie w

nged for over twenty years. Madisyn, the girl I had rai

mple with Madisyn's hair that I had sent for testing

ance of the testing center. Dr. Peterson

my shoulder sympathetically. "The probability of

her, paying for her skating lessons, watching her gro

a crying Jenna, while Madisyn sat on a s

"Dad, I'm sorry... I was just so sca

ure skating as a long-term malicious rivalry against her. "She's always been b

ken, hugging Jenna a

I needed to end this before th

t loud, but the living ro

threw the DNA report on the

nything, just

seemed to understand something. Her slender fingers t

ed up, meeting my gaze. There was no shock

in such a hurry to get

and her steady gaze made m

ding, asked eagerly, "

d crying, looking

taking the report back. "Just a

his house can't accommodate you anymore. Pack your thing

"real family," but I pushed the hes

ing to finally understand what was in the report. He

s lit up with ir

n't make a scene, not e

t me calmly. "My 'real family'

nted, straight to th

at the same time as us from the hospital records bac

d her question. "I'll take care of everyth

suspicion and inq

rned and walked up the stairs, her back straig

r, I rubbed the back of my neck, wondering

was no sadness on her face, only a cold

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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."”