How Can I Impregnate Another Woman When I'm A Woman Too

Sally revealed a triumphant grin behind William.

She tugged on the hem of William’s clothes and gently said, “Mr. Anderson, please don’t be like that. He’s just being careless right now. I’m sure he’s a good person at heart. As long as he acknowledges me and our baby, I don’t need an apology from him.”

Her display of generosity instantly won everyone’s sympathy. At the same time, she effectively nailed me to the pillory as an ungrateful villain.

Public opinion on the internet went viral, and Samuel’s gaze was filled with concern. I knew that it would be useless to reveal my gender at this point.

The people followed the crowd, and they would assume that the denial of my gender was nothing more than an excuse to dodge responsibility.

Not only would I fail to clear my name, but my gender and sexual orientation would also become juicy gossip.

So, I took a deep breath and decided to escalate things.

I turned around and faced the camera nearest to me. “Fellow students and netizens, this whole situation has caught me completely off guard. Frankly, it’s absurd,” I calmly said.

Pausing for a moment, I swept my gaze across the crowd of people with different expressions on their faces.

“At this point, I know any hollow explanation will sound weak in the face of the alleged victim and her so-called evidence. In that case, I’m willing to prove my innocence in a more scientific and straightforward manner.”

I turned to Sally and stared at her calmly, but my gaze carried a quiet authority.

“Sally, since neither of us can convince the other, let’s go to the hospital. We’re going there right now without further ado. We’ll do a prenatal paternity test. Let science tell us if I’m really the father of the child you’re carrying.”

Sally’s face instantly turned pale, and she blurted out, “N-No way!”

Her refusal was so abrupt that it instantly drew everyone’s attention. Even William turned to look at her in confusion.

I pressed the issue further.

“Why not? Isn’t this the most direct way to find out who’s lying? Sally, you’re being diffident.”

Before the crowd’s watchful gaze, Sally’s eyes darted away. She subconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes as well.

She seemed to steel herself after some time.

“Fine. Let’s go. Chris, you made me do this! If the results come back and prove that the child is yours, you need to take full responsibility. You have to admit your wrongdoing in front of everyone!”

Her reaction caught me off guard. But that flash of guilt had not been an act.

So, I smirked and agreed without hesitation.

With that, the farce moved from the counselor’s office to the most authoritative testing facility in the city.

It was not just the students who showed up after catching wind of this. The media and local online influencers came with their cameras and microphones too. They crowded the hospital’s hallway.

No one wanted to miss out on fresh gossip.

While waiting for the test results, the media closed in on me.

“Chris, do you feel nervous?”

“Why don’t you believe Sally? Are there any irreconcilable differences in your relationship that make you reject the child so strongly?”

“You insist on resolving the issue through a paternity test. Don’t you think that’s cold and hurtful?”

I looked at the reporter who seemed the most eager for a reaction and calmly shot back, “What if I told you I’m a woman? Would you believe me?”

The reporter froze for a second before bursting into laughter with the rest of the crowd. His tone dripped with obvious mockery.

“Chris, are you really going to make things up and deny your own gender just to dodge responsibility?”

I smirked and said nothing more.

Since they only believed what they wanted to believe, I would just wait for the results.

The truth would eventually come out.

The seconds seemed to crawl by, and the air in the hallway grew heavy with tension.

Sally kept her head down, and her expression was unreadable. William, on the other hand, paced back and forth nervously. Meanwhile, Samuel stood firmly by my side.

At last, the testing room door swung open. The doctor then came out with a report in his hand.

They instantly focused their cameras on him.

The doctor scanned the crowd before finally resting his gaze on me and Sally. He handed us a freshly printed test report.

On the very last page, one line stood out in stark clarity.