Saved By the Bullet Comments

It was the New Year.

My dad used the power of money to get a private hospital to work overtime and run a paternity test.

When the Maybach pulled up near the hospital entrance, a figure suddenly dashed in front of the car. The car braked hard. Jenny, who was sitting across from me, stumbled forward, and I caught her in my arms. Her cheeks flushed, clearly embarrassed.

Once she was safe, I checked the bullet comments.

[Didn't the supporting character become the Shaw family's foster daughter for at least half a year before the Ford family dragged her away? So, why are the female lead's awful adoptive parents showing up now?]

[The female lead didn't send any money home, so the adoptive parents went to the club to squeeze money out of her. Then, they found out she'd been taken away by the imposter son, and when they heard the Shaw family was going to do a paternity test, they got scared the imposter son's identity would be exposed and rushed over to stop it.]

[The supporting character is doomed now! After she's taken back to the Ford family, they'll sell her to an old cripple and use her as a cheap wife!]

I clenched my hands and looked out of the car window. A middle-aged man and woman were blocking the car. The man sprawled across the hood as the woman ran up, slapping the window and yanking at the door while yelling, "You horrible traffickers! Give me back my daughter!"

"Everyone! Come look! These rich people are stealing someone else's child!"

Jenny's face went pale white in an instant.

Casper's expression went dark. He grabbed my collar, dragged me out of the car, and shoved me toward the woman. "You want your daughter, right? She's your real daughter! Jenny is the Shaw family's treasured daughter."

The woman, Hannah, froze. Then, she quickly realized the Shaw family had not discovered the truth yet and threw herself at me in tears.

"So, you're my real daughter. Come, go home with Mom!"

I dodged behind my real parents as Hannah lunged at nothing and almost knocked out her front teeth.

I narrowed my eyes. "We haven't even done the paternity test yet. Who knows if you're my mom?"

At that, Hannah waved her hands again and again. "It's too expensive. We're just ordinary people, so how could we afford that? It's enough for Jenny to do the test with you. If she's the Shaw family's daughter, then you're my daughter."

The two of them refused to go in and insisted on waiting at the door, afraid I would drag them in for a test too.

"Your parents really reek of poverty," Casper said with mockery on his face. Then, Casper pulled Jenny into the hospital.

The test results came out very quickly as we had paid extra for them.

There were two reports. One was for Jenny and my mom, and the other was for Jenny and my dad. Both showed they were directly related by blood. In other words, she was the biological daughter of both my parents, not some hidden child of just one side.

Mom hugged Jenny and broke down in tears. Dad looked at the daughter he had lost and found again, pain and regret clouding his eyes.

Unhappy with how calm I was, Casper started in with cold sarcasm. "Joan Shaw... no, I should call you Joan Ford now. If I were you, I'd slip away right now and crawl back to that sewer with your pair of country bumpkin parents!"

Hannah and Ivan Ford showed up at just the right moment, both wiping away tears as they urged me to acknowledge my roots and return to the Ford family.

I shook my head and said, "I'm not your daughter."

Hannah cried and beat the floor with her fist. "Oh, good heavens! I gave birth to a daughter who won't acknowledge her real parents! How are we supposed to live for the rest of our lives?!"

Ivan had a tough expression on his face as he pointed a finger at my nose and cursed at me, "You ungrateful wretch! I think you just can't bear to leave the good life in the Shaw family and want to cling on and refuse to leave."

Casper stood at the side watching the show, his arms folded. He was enjoying every second of my being given a hard time.

I tilted my head and smiled at him. "The fake heiress is an ungrateful wretch, alright, but I'm not a fake heiress."

Casper panicked at once. "If it's not you, who else could it be?"

I let out a cold laugh. "Is there a chance that you're the one who's the real imposter here and has taken someone else's position?"

My dad's voice rang from behind me in the next second. "Casper, you're the one who was switched at birth."