Part 2The Depths of Betrayal

In the VIP lounge behind the auction hall.

A dozen burly men surrounded the child and me tightly.

Julian sat on the sofa, legs crossed in arrogance, spinning a pinky ring, eyes dark.

"Speak, Sarah."

A file slammed onto the coffee table. It was the private investigator's report from five years ago.

"Which man did you climb on to get here? Or did you sell your body for that fifty million?"

Every word was a knife to the heart.

Lily held a cup of hot tea, eyes red and pitiful.

"Sister, don't fight with Julian. Just tell us who the father is, and the Ford family will give you some money."

Her gaze swept over Julian's lower half, voice lowered but loud enough for everyone to hear:

"After all, everyone knows about Julian's diagnosis of asthenospermia."

"Insisting the child is his... isn't that just rubbing salt in his wound?"

That knife twist was vicious.

My son suddenly laughed.

The laughter was crisp but cold, unlike a child.

He unwrapped a piece of gum, chewed twice, and looked at Lily.

"Auntie, your perfume is really strong. It smells like the bug spray in my bathroom."

Lily's face stiffened, tears threatening to fall.

Julian stood up abruptly, raising his hand to slap the child!

"Uneducated brat! Who are you to talk to her like that?"

The slap came with the wind, merciless.

I grabbed the phone from the table and smashed it into the back of his hand.

Bang!

The screen shattered, and Julian's hand instantly swelled red.

He cried out in pain, clutching his hand and retreating, glaring at me. "Sarah! You dare hit me for this bastard?"

I pulled the child behind me and looked at him coldly.

"Julian, watch your mouth. Don't you know if this child is a bastard?"

Julian laughed in extreme anger, eyes full of madness.

"Good! Very good!"

He roared at the bodyguards. "Drag this little brat for a DNA test!"

"I want the results now! I want all of New York to see whose mongrel you were carrying back then!"

He pointed at my nose, voice twisted. "I will prove my innocence! Prove I never touched a slut like you!"

To humiliate me, he didn't hesitate to emphasize his own "impotence" in public.

His logic was twisted to the extreme.

The bodyguards moved to grab the child.

My son didn't dodge. He plucked a hair from his head and held it out.

I stopped the bodyguard, took the hair from the child, and walked up to Julian.

I placed the hair on the coffee table, looking at him like he was trash.

"Test it."

My voice was terrifyingly calm.

"Julian, but you can't afford the consequences."

Just as Julian was about to explode, Lily suddenly clutched her chest and moaned.

"Julian... I don't feel well. My heart hurts."

Her face went pale instantly, and she slumped.

Julian's anger vanished, replaced by panic.

He shoved me aside and rushed to pick up Lily.

"Lily! Where's the medicine? Get the car! Hurry!"

He carried Lily toward the door, not even glancing at me as he passed.

He only left a cold command: "Watch this crazy woman and that bastard! No one leaves until the results are out!"

Half the people rushed out.

I stood there, watching his frantic back.

It was like this five years ago.

Whenever Lily frowned, everything else had to wait.

Even if I was bleeding out in the delivery room.

I took a crumpled old newspaper clipping from my bag. It was a photo of Julian tearing up my ultrasound report in the hospital.

I crumpled it into a ball and threw it in the trash.

Then, I dialed an encrypted number.

"Hello."

"You can bring that thing up now."