Chapter 4

"Chelsea Miller, stop your acting! My mom is a woman, that's an undeniable fact!"

"The baby in your belly has absolutely nothing to do with my family!"

To prove my innocence, I rushed back inside, found my dad's death certificate, and shouted.

"Look closely! My dad, David King, passed away in a car accident eight years ago!"

Seeing the death certificate, the crowd quieted down again, and some faces showed hesitation.

A flicker of panic crossed Chelsea's eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

She clutched her stomach, her voice tearful.

"This certificate must be fake! Chloe, you'd even forge a death certificate just to avoid acknowledging your little brother..."

Albert, hearing this, snatched the certificate, ripped it to shreds without even looking, and yelled.

"Chloe King, you came well prepared to deny the baby in Chelsea's belly, even getting a fake document in advance!"

"If Mr. King really is a woman, would you dare let us check her bedroom?"

The surrounding crowd started to chant.

"Yes! Let the facts speak for themselves! Fakes can't be real, and real things can't be faked! If you don't let us see, it means you're hiding something!"

Incited by provocateurs, the crowd started pushing their way into my house, unstoppable.

Chelsea had been to my house before and led them straight to my mom's master bedroom on the second floor.

The door swung open, revealing a massive walk-in closet.

Inside, rows of designer menswear hung neatly—not a single piece of women's clothing could be found.

Chelsea looked as if she'd caught me red-handed, her face alight with excitement.

"Everyone, look! If Mr. King is a woman, why are there only men's clothes in her closet?"

The public opinion, which had just wavered, swung back again.

"Exactly! This is solid proof now! That death certificate must be fake!"

"This Chloe King is full of lies, all to monopolize the family fortune!"

"So selfish, she can't even tolerate her unborn brother!"

Albert looked at me coldly.

"Chloe King, what else do you have to say?"

I was speechless, veins throbbing in my forehead.

"My mom is tall, women's clothes don't fit her well, she just likes wearing neutral clothing! What can I do about that?"

"Besides, who says women can't wear men's clothes?"

"Oh yeah? Then explain this!" Chelsea suddenly pulled a report from her bag and slammed it down in front of me.

"If he's a woman, how do you explain this?"

Seeing the conclusion on the last page of the report, my mind went completely blank.

Paternity probability: ninety-nine percent. It supports Alex King as the biological father of the fetus.

My hand, holding the report, trembled slightly. A massive sense of absurdity threatened to drown me.

How was this possible?

My mom was clearly a woman; how could she have gotten Chelsea pregnant?