My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason)

Chapter 86

Chapter 86 Not My Father’s Child

Grandma nodded her head. “Yea, if you were his child, how could your grandpa and I rejected you and

let you follow that mother of yours? We were always afraid that you would turn out like her.”

I couldn’t really digest the fact.

I confirmed once again, “I really isn’t father’s child? You’re not kidding me, right?”

How could this be? I couldn’t believe it, then why did father love me so much and cared for me so

much? If he wasn’t my biological father, how was he able to love me like his own blood and flesh?

“Jennie, this is also one of the reasons why me and grandpa wasn’t able to accept you. We only have a

son, and then it turns out that you’re not his daughter. How do you expect us to accept you? You have

to understand, Jennie.”

My mind exploded into million pieces. If I wasn’t from the Gomez, family, then which family am I really

from? Who is my real father?

“Then, who is my real father?” I asked emptily.

Grandma’s eyes were full of sorrow. “You have to ask your mother, perhaps she doesn’t even know

who your father is.”

I got even more confused. “What do you mean by that?”

Grandma sighed and started to speak in a low voice, “Somethings were actually not meant for us to tell

you, it was meant for you to find out yourself. But then if I don’t tell you, you would ask your mom too.

Then I shall just tell you, just pretend that you didn’t hear anything from me and go on with your life

alright?”

I nodded my head.

Grandma said, “Your father brought your mother back after a a year of working in the city. Your mother,

to be honest, is the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my life. Your father loved her a lot, but we

all could see that your mother didn’t even care for him. After not long, your mother gave birth to you. I

forced my only son to tell me the truth. It turns out that they never even slept together. Honestly, me

and your grandpa knew what kind of job your mother did when she was young……. so, if you ask her,

she might not know who your real father is.”

Father, father loved me unconditionally even if I wasn’t his child, plus he knew.

I never expected myself to be the child of a whore and a client. I was grossed out by myself. The father

I love so much isn’t my real father, why did he raise a bastard child? Not My Father’s Child

Lance called me a bastard a few times, I still talked back to him. Now, seems like he wasn’t wrong to

call me a bastard.

I’ve been through so much, why did grandma decided to tell me this now? To let me know I’m the Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

product of a whore and a rich dirty client? To let me know, that my own mother and real father are not

embarrassing people. Did I really not deserve a good father

at least?

Grandma patted the back of my head and said, “After you were brought away by your mom, we were

always worried that you would become like her. But at least you still came

back to see your father’s grave and see us. Jennie, tell me the truth, do you have a nice job and living

a good life, unlike your mother, in the city?”

Nice job? Yes, Good life? Haha…… I don’t deserve to talk about good life. Lance was getting married

soon and I was still his mistress. I was the type of woman that other women hate.

I remained silent for a long time. Grandma looked at me with disappointment on her face, “Jennie, don’t

tell me you are like your mother now.”

| quickly shook my head and lied, “No, …… I just can’t really digest the fact about my own background.

Grandma, I’m tired, can you leave me for now?”

Grandma nodded and left me alone. I hid under the covers but I couldn’t cry.

I got out of bed in the middle of the night, at around 5am. I put a stack of cash on the table in the living

room. Before I left, I took one last look at father’s photo. He wasn’t a good looking man, but his smile

was the warmest smile I have ever received in my life. I really missed him.

He was a good father, but too bad he wasn’t my real father. I thought, if my mother died, I will bury her

beside him. She owed that much to him, so she needs to pay even if she died.

Father loved her so much, so he must have wished if one day she dies, she would be by his side.

I was by the small street when a black Mercedes Benz stopped beside me. Who could afford such a

car in this small village I wondered?

The driver got down and approached me, “Ms Gomez, Mr Mason told me to bring you home.”

The man in front of me handed his phone to me. I put the phone on my ear and heard Lance’s low

voice, “I’m the one who asked the bodyguard to drive you, come back.”