My Son's Blood Type Led To My Divorce

Before I could react, Mason pulled the divorce papers from his bag.

“I suggest you be smart about this. Otherwise, I have plenty of ways to tell everyone what kind of woman you are! Even if you don’t care about the shame you’ll face, can your son handle it?”

Susan stood nearby with her hands on her hips and glared at me.

“You shameless woman! You hid the truth from us for eighteen years! You stay in my house just to spread your filthy diseases to us, don’t you?”

She took a few steps back and looked at me in disgust.

The crowd quickly scattered.

Quiana stood with her hands on her hips and spoke with the authority of a doctor.

“Please don’t avoid seeing a doctor. The earlier it is detected, the sooner it can be treated. I can see your complexion is bad, and you have a few pimples on your face.”

Quiana frowned and let out a deep sigh.

“This is definitely syphilis. Considering your reckless private life, you probably have gonorrhea, genital warts, or HIV.

“Since these diseases can be passed from mother to child, I suggest your son get checked too.”

What nonsense! She was just making things up!

I watched Quiana shield her belly with her hand and deliver her self-righteous medical lecture.

That was when I finally understood why Mason had gone to such lengths to risk losing his own son just to stage all this.

A forty-five-year-old man, tempted by his young mistress, was expecting a child in his middle age!

I sneered.

“Mason, you know exactly who was reckless in this scenario!

“A paternity test at a normal hospital takes at least a week! I have every reason to suspect that you’re faking the results!”

Mason remained calm.

“Willa, you’ll keep making excuses to the very end! No matter how many hospitals you go to, the result will be the same.”

Mason was very confident, and I knew he was right.

In my past life, no matter how many times I tested Yulian and Mason’s hair, the DNA results were always the same.

I had agreed to do another paternity test a week later, but that was only to buy some time.

I had to find solid evidence during that time.

Otherwise, I would only be repeating the mistakes of my past life.

During the days I was at the hospital with Yulian, the online chatter never stopped.

The public loved a story about an affair, after all.

Many clickbait accounts ran pieces about sexually transmitted diseases and their dangers.

People online kept attacking me.

[Today, I saw this sick woman at the hospital. She is full of disease and still trying to seduce men! She jumps on any man she sees. People like her should just jump off a building!]

[That’s too easy for her. That woman should be doused in concentrated sulfuric acid and then slowly burned with white phosphorus!]

The online threats were cruel.

While I was handling Yulian’s discharge paperwork, a crazed woman suddenly rushed at me.

She threw concentrated sulfuric acid all over me.

“Today, I’ll carry out the justice myself!”

Even though I reacted in time, my clothes were badly burned.

The wall behind me smoked and caved in from the damage.

Bystanders excitedly aimed their cameras at us.

People online cheered. They even offered ways to secure the woman’s bail.

The whole internet was eager to see me punished.

During that time, I could do nothing. Not a single doctor would agree to see me.

I felt discouraged.

Could it be that even though I had returned to the past, I could not change my fate at all?

I searched every corner of the house again.

From what I knew about Mason, the place that seemed most dangerous was actually the safest.

Sure enough, I found several test reports in the locked bedside drawer.

The top three were paternity tests for Mason and Yulian. They showed that Mason was indeed Yulian’s father!

The five reports underneath all showed that Mason and Yulian were not biologically related.

When I saw the last test report, my eyes widened in disbelief.

It was no wonder that every paternity test I had done before had shown the same result. Mason was hiding a huge secret!