Part 2Barrage Saw, I Yielded To Them

Once we were safely inside the car, I turned down the radio and looked at her. "Lily, would you be willing to do another DNA test with me?"

Lily blinked, her voice barely a whisper. "Ma'am... aren't you taking me back to St. Jude's?"

I shook my head, offering a gentle smile. "No. We're going to a private clinic. We are doing another test."

I loved this little girl the moment I saw her. Even if the results came back negative, I had already decided I would never let her go back to that cold children's home.

Lily didn't quite understand, but she nodded trustingly.

The floating chat in my vision flashed again:

Oh my god! The male lead's mom is doing another test? Is his plan going to fail?

Why is his mom so annoying?

She hated the female lead in her past life too. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are natural enemies!

I have always been a highly rational woman. If I despised Fiona, it wasn't because of some cosmic mother-in-law rivalry. It was simply because Fiona was a wretched, deceptive creature.

An hour later, I had Lily at an independent, highly secure diagnostic center, requesting an expedited test.

I didn't trust a single soul in my household anymore. To prevent anyone from tampering with the vials, I sat in the waiting room with Lily, refusing to leave until the paper was in my hand.

Two hours in, Richard called my phone.

"Eleanor, when are you coming home? Fiona is waiting for you so we can have dinner."

"I have some business to take care of," I replied, my voice flat. "Eat without me."

Richard let out a disappointed sigh. "Alright, but don't stay out too late. Fiona misses you."

I hung up and looked at Lily, who was watching me with a worried expression. "Ma'am... the first test couldn't have been wrong."

"Our resemblance is probably just a coincidence. You shouldn't waste your time and money on me."

I reached out and gently ruffled her soft hair. "We'll know the truth soon enough. I ordered some takeout. Let's eat first."

Lily nodded obediently.

After another three hours of agonizing waiting, the technician finally stepped out with the sealed envelope.

There was no surprise. The biological probability of maternity was 99.99 percent. Lily was my daughter.

I pulled my little girl into my arms, my tears flowing freely as I squeezed her tight. Lily froze in shock, her small arms hanging by her sides before she slowly wrapped them around my neck, whispering a single, tentative word.

"Mommy..."

"I'm here, baby," I choked out through my sobs. "Mommy finally found you."

The glowing comments in my vision updated rapidly:

This isn't how the plot was supposed to go. Lucas's plan completely failed.

It's fine. Even if his mom doesn't accept the female lead, Lucas is a regressor. He won't just let his beloved Fiona suffer in an orphanage.

But Lucas is only ten right now. He doesn't have the power to challenge his mother.

Don't worry. He's a regressed male lead. He's not weak. He will eliminate all obstacles in his path, including his own mother and biological sister!

I let out a silent, icy laugh.

I wanted to see exactly how my own flesh and blood planned to "eliminate" his mother and sister for the sake of an outsider.