Chapter 3

Ethan froze on the spot.

His face was full of hurt:

"Honey, what's wrong? Why are you saying this? The baby is obviously ours—mine and yours! This is our daughter!"

I looked at him coldly and demanded loudly:

"Stop pretending. This isn't my daughter at all! Where did you hide my daughter?!"

The crowd that heard the commotion all started pointing and whispering about us.

My husband immediately panicked and lowered his voice to explain:

"Rain, what's gotten into you? The hospital did make a mistake before, but I already switched the baby back. You don't need to be scared anymore."

He held our daughter up in front of me, showing the baby's face.

"Let everyone see how much this baby looks like you. How can you suddenly say she's not yours? What happened?"

His face was full of confusion.

The onlookers' eyes moved between me and my daughter, discussing among themselves:

"Miss, this baby really does look a lot like you!"

"Exactly, like she was carved from the same mold. Why are you saying she's not your daughter?"

I laughed coldly and pointed to the pendant on my chest:

"Because this thing hasn't turned red. The first time you brought a baby back, it didn't turn red, and that really wasn't my baby."

"This time it still hasn't turned red, so this definitely isn't my daughter!"

Just now, Vivi told me that many of the orphanage kids had found their biological parents thanks to this red-turning pendant.

This further confirmed my suspicion.

Ethan looked utterly helpless, rubbing his forehead as he explained again:

"Rain, I've told you so many times to believe in science and not those superstitions! Why won't you listen?"

"Besides, I already did a DNA paternity test with our daughter, confirming we're father and daughter. What exactly are you doubting?"

I said coldly:

"Our daughter did a DNA test with you, but not with me."

Ethan looked shocked, his eyes full of hurt:

"You're... suspecting me of having an affair?"

Ignoring Ethan's wounded expression, I grabbed my friend from the orphanage:

"Vivi, didn't you just say you work at a paternity testing center?"

"I'm asking you to do a DNA paternity test between me and this baby right now!"

I grew up with Vivi at the orphanage.

Her test report couldn't possibly be wrong.

"As long as I do a DNA paternity test with her, it will prove this isn't my daughter! As for whether she's your bastard child, that depends on whether you dare to test again!"

Faced with my accusation, Ethan just smiled bitterly, his expression unchanged:

"If this is what it takes to dispel your doubts and acknowledge our daughter, I'm willing to cooperate."

He turned to Vivi, his tone sincere:

"Please arrange sample collection for all three of us immediately, and rush the results."

Seeing Ethan so open about it, doubt crept into my heart instead.

Had I really made a mistake?

After the blood was drawn, the wait was agonizing.

A few hours later, Vivi walked in carrying a rush document envelope.

With trembling hands, I tore open the envelope and pulled out the report.

Black words on white paper, clear as day.

"Based on available data and DNA analysis results, supports that Ethan is the biological father of the child, and supports that Rain Song is the biological mother of the child."

My mind went blank.

The person doing the DNA paternity test was reliable, and DNA couldn't be faked.

Had I really made a mistake?

Was this really my daughter?