Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Chloe, as usual, made her way to Winston's office, navigating the familiar hallways with ease. Winston was in his chair, nose buried in a book. When he noticed Chloe, he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Here for the report?" he asked.

Chloe nodded. Winston pulled an envelope from his drawer and handed it to her. Chloe took it but hesitated for a moment. Quickly regaining her composure, she took the report out.

Chloe flipped straight to the last page.

[The DNA mismatch between the specimens is significant, indicating no biological parent-child relationship.]

Her heart clenched as if in a vice. It felt like a sword, which had been hanging over her head, had finally dropped. Even though she had expected this outcome, seeing the truth in black and white still hit her hard.

Without a change in her expression, Chloe slipped the report back into the envelope. She looked up at Winston. "Thanks, Dr. Winston."

Winston noticed something off in her demeanor. "Is there anything you want to talk about?"

Chloe shook her head. "I don't even know where to start right now. I need some time to process this."

Winston nodded. "Alright, whenever you need to talk, I'm here."

Leaving the private clinic, Chloe glanced up at the sky. Despite the sun shining brightly, her heart felt cold and desolate.

She and Ann had no blood relationship. Ann wasn't her biological mother. Why? Why was this happening?

Chloe turned the question over in her mind but found no answers. One thing was clear, though: Ann must have been unaware that Chloe wasn't her biological daughter. Otherwise, she wouldn't have mentioned their blood types so casually.

There was only one explanation.

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family that was affected. The victims weren't limited to two families. Maybe there were three, four, five, or even more. The whole situation was an incredible mess.

But the one person who knew the complete truth, John, was already dead. For the first time, Chloe felt a deep, unsettling confusion. Deep down she had hoped Ann was her real mother. At least then, she would have a meaningful connection in this world.

After finding out that Ann hadn't abandoned her on purpose, Chloe had yearned for Ann to be her

biological mother. She needed to et

know there was someone who would never give up on her. A biological mother wouldn't abandon her child, right?

Just like Leah, who knew Lisa's character flaws and limitations but never gave up on her.

But now, Chloe was swallowed by a vast confusion. She was neither Leah's daughter nor Ann's. In a world full of connections, she had none. Among thousands of lights, not one belonged to her.

Engulfed in the chaos of humanity, she suddenly felt an immense loneliness, as though she was utterly alone in this world. This loneliness seeped in like poison, invading her organs, her nerves, her very soul.

Chloe wandered the bustling city streets all afternoon. Despite being in the heart of the city, surrounded by people and the hum of activity, she felt like a ghost, lost in the crowd.