Rose Liall trembled with anger.
Why the hell hasn't Jeremy Lawrence died yet?!
If he were dead, none of this would have happened today.
"Jeremy, don't slander us like this." Annie Lawrence ran to Benjamin, pale-faced, and began to cry as she held his hand, "Dad, don't believe their words. How could mom possibly betray you? They're just trying to drive a wedge between our family."
"Dad, how can you doubt Mom?"
"We are your real family, and we are sincerely loving you. Would you rather believe outsiders than us?"
Benjamin looked at her tear-streaked face.
Truly, not a single part of Annie resembled him.
Even if she looked like Rose Liall, it didn't make sense that she didn't resemble him in any way.
The thought that Annie might be the daughter of Rose and that man filled Benjamin's eyes with a hint of estrangement, and he found himself a bit repulsed by his own daughter.
He looked at Annie, his attitude unchanged, "Annie, go to the hospital for a paternity test."
