Chapter 9
“Look! Your daughter is right there!” the man exclaimed, pointing toward Marilyn as she exchanged rings on the stage.N “Marilyn?” the old woman gasped.
“My daughter… it really is you!”
The elderly couple hurried forward, grabbing Marilyn’s hand tightly.
A flicker of embarrassment and panic crossed Marilyn’s face. “What are you doing? Let go! I don’t know you!“N Whispers erupted among the crowd:N
“Who are those country bumpkins? Are they lost or just scavenging for trouble?“N
“Why are they claiming Marilyn as their daughter? Are they crazy, trying to climb the social ladder?“N
As fingers pointed and murmurs spread, Susanne caught sight of the man who had brought them here.N
It was Mathew Swanson–the man she had always admired.
But now, Mathew stood calmly beside me, holding a goblet in one hand. Leaning in, he whispered, “I brought them to you. If you break your promise again, I swear I’ll cook Brandon alive.“N
I forced a bitter smile. “Don’t worry.“N
On stage, the chaos continued. Brandon shoved the old couple aside, stepping forward to shield Marilyn behind him.
“My wife’s parents are the presidents of the EastBridge Holdings,” he declared coldly. “You two should check your own morals before pretending to be family.“N
“They’re really our daughter! Look–here’s her household registration certificate!” the old man insisted, pulling out the document and waving it in front of everyone.
“Daughter, don’t forget your roots when you climb the social ladder!” the old woman added.
I glanced at the certificate. The name and ID matched Marilyn perfectly, and the Parrish family relationship clearly showed they were father and daughter.
“He’s just holding a fake certificate. What does that prove?” Brandon scoffed, and the crowd quickly sided with him.
Then Mathew stepped confidently onto the stage, a thick stack of photographs clutched in his arms.
“If you don’t trust the registration, maybe these childhood photos will convince you,” he said, tossing them onto the floor.
“And there’s more–I have a paternity test here that proves the blood relation between Marilyn and these two.”N
The evidence was undeniable. Brandon’s eyes flickered with disbelief as he stared at Marilyn.
Her expression shifted rapidly, and she hurriedly explained, “They are my biological parents, but I was adopted at sixteen by Mr. Charlie McKnight, president of the EastBridge Holdings.”
I sneered and stepped beside Mathew, cutting her off mercilessly, “So just moments ago, you said you didn’t know them. Now suddenly you were adopted?“}
Mathew nodded and challenged her, “You say your adoptive father is Lin Changdong, president of the Chamber. Why don’t you call him here to confirm?“}
“Of course!” Marilyn confidently pulled out her phone and dialed the number saved as ‘Daddy.‘
A man’s voice answered with noticeably forced Mandarin:0
“Hello, daughter. Today’s your wedding day. Daddy can’t be there, but he’s prepared a generous gift.”
She switched on the speaker and flashed a proud look at Mathew and me.
“Well? Do you still have doubts?“}}
Mathew smiled and waved his hand. A bodyguard appeared, escorting a man holding a phone.
“Is this the ‘daddy‘ you’re talking about?“}
Before the man could hang up, Mathew’s voice was clearly heard through Marilyn’s phone–then broadcast over the external speaker for all to hear:”
“How about I call the real Mr. McKnight now?“}]
Without hesitation, Mathew dialed the number.}
births to find my True Love
