Chapter 385 He's Not Our Daddy

Violet was stunned, "You had a paternity test, when? How come I didn't know?"

"When I first met Calvin, I had suspected his relationship with me, so I had Fraser got his blood sample
for a paternity test, and the results showed that he was not related to me."

"That's not possible!" Violet loudly denied.

She had only ever had him as a man.

How could Calvin not be his child? They obviously looked so much alike.

"There's nothing impossible, because I've had it authenticated twice and both times it showed
otherwise." Stanley said with pursed lips.

Violet shook her head with a pale face, "No, no, you lied to me."

If Calvin wasn't his kid, whose kid could he be?

Wasn't him the guy from that night?

No, the surveillance recordings told her that it was indeed Stanley at that night!

"Stanley, have you been tricked?" Violet spoke emotionally, "Calvin and Arya are really your kids, how
about we do another identification?"

"It's not necessary, no matter how many times you do it again, the result will be the same." Stanley
looked at her coldly, "I don't know why you have to say that they are my kids, but they aren't, telling a
lie will only makes you sick."

Hearing these words, Violet was like struck by lightning and her body trembled, almost falling over.



She was sick?

How was she sick when she merely wanted him to know that Calvin and Arya were his kids?

Violet looked at the man sadly.

The man, however, ignored her and headed straight downstairs.

"Stanley, where are you going?" Violet grabbed the railing and looked down.

The man kept moving forward, not answering at all, and his figure quickly disappeared.

"Mommy." Calvin's childish voice came from behind her.

Violet wiped her tears from her eye and turned back, barely squeezing out a smile, "What's wrong,
baby?"

"Just now you and Daddy ...... No, Uncle Stanley, I heard your conversation with Uncle Murphy." Calvin
walked over.

Violet's heart trembled as she heard that, "You heard it?"

"Yes." Calvin nodded, "Uncle Murphy is right, Arya and I are not his kids, in fact, not only Uncle Murphy
doubted my identity the first time he saw me, I was also wondering if Uncle Murphy was my father the
first time I saw him."

"What?" Violet was surprised, "You suspected that too?"

"Yeah." Calvin nodded, "Uncle Murphy and I look so much alike, so I was suspicious."

Violet lowered her head and didn't speak anymore.



Yeah, with such similar looks, she was sure that the man from that night was Stanley.

But why the identification result showed otherwise?

"Do you still remember the first time Uncle Murphy went to our house?" Calvin took her hand, "That
time I accidentally got a few of Uncle Murphy's hairs."

Hearing that, Violet understood something, "Calvin, you did that on purpose?"

"Yes, I suspected that Uncle Murphy was my father, so I purposely got his hair and then asked
Godfather to do a paternity test for me and Uncle Murphy, and the result of the test, just like Uncle
Murphy said, is that Arya and I are not his kids." Calvin said.

Violet's eyes went dimmed and she held onto the railing beside her in time to not fall over.

If Stanley's two identifications might had been cheated, Calvin's couldn't have been cheated.

So, Stanley was not the father?

Who was the father then?

Violet held her forehead, feeling nothing but coldness.

She had been convinced that the two kids were Stanley's, but now the result was a blow to her head
that she couldn't accept.

"Mommy ......" Seeing Violet's face getting pale, Calvin called out to her with some concern.

Violet looked down at her son's concerned eyes and felt only pain in her heart.

She knelt down and took the little one in her arms as she sobbed, "I'm sorry, baby, I’m sorry."



It was her left two kids without a father from birth.

She let both kids subjected to the most vicious verbal attacks.

Calvin gently patted Violet's back, "Mommy, you love us and have been trying very hard to protect us,
so we're happy. Mommy, no need to say sorry."

Hearing her son's words, Violet's heart was warm and astringent, and she cried even louder.

Arya in the room heard the sould and came out, not knowing what was happening, and cried along with
her.

Calvin was helpless, coaxing his mommy and then his sister.

Not knowing how long she had been crying, Violet released Calvin.

Calvin asked, "Mommy, Uncle Murphy doesn't like me and Arya right now, and he's also cold to you, do
you still want to live with Uncle Murphy?"

Violet looked at him, "Baby, you ......"

He added, "If you still want to live with Uncle Murphy, Arya and I will help you make up with Uncle
Murphy, and if you don’t, we'll go back to our old apartment."

Listening to her son's words, Violet was somewhat impressed.

But soon, it was washed away by the love for Stanley.

"So do you want to get out of here?" Violet asked, stroking the two kids's heads.

She loved Stanley, so she couldn't leave.



But if two kids wanted to go, she'd definitely choose to leave with the kids.

Arya shook her head, "I'm not leaving, I like Daddy, I don't want to leave him."

"What about you, Calvin?" Violet looked at Calvin.

Calvin nodded, "I'm not leaving either, not until daddy asks for us to leave."

Although Stanley was not his real father, he was the one he worshiped.

Maybe Uncle Murphy didn't like them temporarily, and it would be fine later.

Hearing the two kids's reply, Violet was relieved in her heart, "Good, then we won't leave, I believe
Daddy will be good to us soon."

"Ok." Both kids nodded in unison.

After that, Violet let them go back to their rooms.

After the two kids left, Violet went back to her room, took out her phone, and checked a video.

This video was the surveillance from that night five years ago.

She would have to go over it again to see if there was anything she had missed.

She needed to know if it was Stanley that night, or a man who looked like Stanley.

However, after wathiching, no matter how she looked at that person, she was sure it was Stanley, not
someone else.

But why three identifications showed that he was not the father?



What was wrong here, exactly?

Thinking of that, Violet only felt her scalp tingle and goose bumps rise.

She felt as if she had fallen inside a very large trap and couldn't get up.

Violet dropped her phone and lay down on her bed, exhausted and weak, staring at the ceiling.

After a longtime, her eyelids started getting heavy before she closed her eyes.

Everything that had happened in the past two days had been too much for her, and her mind and body
were too tired to sleep well at night.

The she fell asleep.

After about a few hours of sleep, however, Violet felt thirsty and sat up rubbing her temples.

Once her mind was a little clearer, she lifted the quilt, got out of bed and was to get some water.

Just as she walked out of the room, she saw something, her pupils enlarged and her face changed.

She saw Ivy wearing a thin night dress and coming out of Stanley's room.

Ivy closed the door and turned around, only to see Violet. At first she was surprised, and then she
curled up her lips, "Good evening, Miss Hunt."


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