My Widowed Mom Found a Toy Boy

: Paternity Test

4

"How old is the child now?"

"Eighteen."

I scrolled through my phone as I gave my instructions.

"Find an opportunity. Arrange for a student health check-up at their school, and get a paternity test done for the child, my mother, and Ron Rhodes."

The Butler nodded, then asked hesitantly, "Miss, you suspect... the child?"

I looked up at the Butler.

Amused, I pointed to the blood types on the report.

"My mother has type A blood. Ron Rhodes is type O. Unless they're some kind of medical miracle, how could they possibly have a child with type B blood?"

The Butler immediately nodded, signaling that he understood.

Next, I called the company's legal department.

I told them to start preparing the documents to sue Ron Rhodes.

"But the transfers came from your mother's account. She might not agree to it."

I let out a dry laugh.

I put the phone on speaker, gazing at the wisteria outside the window as I took a sip of tea.

"Oh, she'll agree. She most certainly will."

"You just need to get everything ready."

"Wait for my signal, then move immediately."

'Does he really think any piece of trash can get their hands on the Sterling Family's money?'

Setting down my cup, I stood up and rested my clasped hands on the back of the chair.

"Everything Ron Rhodes has swallowed, I'm going to make him spit it all back out, with interest."