Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- into a full-on singalong. The kids from the orphanage, the volunteers, even the guests-everyone gradually joined in, singing from the heart. The whole room buzzed with warmth and life! After that, the kids performed on various instruments, danced, and sang their hearts out. The volunteers had also prepared some acts, and the atmosphere was downright electric. Clara barely left the piano bench the entire time, staying on as accompanist throughout. Sebastian, meanwhile, sat in the front row near the piano, watching her play.

Her focus, her technique, the way she poured herself into each song... It almost dazed him. She looked so much like her. Her features, her expression, her hands on the keys... To Sebastian, it was like seeing another version of Sue. A thousand emotions churned in his chest. An hour and a half later, the thank-you ceremony wrapped up perfectly. The director personally came over to thank both Sebastian and Clara. "You've worked so hard! I'm so grateful to both of you-and to Mr. Storm for bringing his daughter to help!" Both Clara and Sebastian were momentarily stunned.

---- Clara was the first to recover, laughing as she corrected him, "Oh, Director, you've got it all wrong-I'm not nearly lucky enough to be Mr. Storm's daughter!" The director smacked his forehead. "Ah! My mistake, my mistakel Sorry! You two were just so in sync on stage-and you do kind of look alike. I got confused! Total misunderstanding!" Sebastian, on the other hand, looked like he'd just lost something precious. If only she really were my daughter... The director was still chatting away when a voice suddenly shouted from across the room, "Director! Hurry!

Something's happened!" The crowd, which had just begun to disperse, suddenly turned chaotic as everyone rushed toward the commotion. The director immediately pushed his way through, and Clara and Sebastian followed closely behind, hoping they could help. In the center of the crowd, a little boy-no older than six or seven-lay on the ground. His eyes were closed, his cheeks flushed red, lips turning purple, and his limbs were twitching uncontrollably. He was clearly unconscious. The sight was terrifying.

---- A young medical staff member from the orphanage was crouched beside him, but he had just graduated from med school and had never seen a situation like this. He was completely at a loss. The director looked around urgently. "Is there a doctor here?" Given that the volunteers came from all walks of life, having a doctor around wasn't out of the question. But no one answered. The situation was so critical, even if there was a doctor, they probably wouldn't dare act recklessly without knowing more. Just then, from the side of the crowd, Linsey called out loudly, "Isn't Mrs.

Devereaux a pediatrician? Why's she just standing there doing nothing?" With that shout, all eyes turned to Clara. Truth was, Clara had already begun assessing the boy's condition the moment she arrived. Her mind was racing through possible interventions. But with the Devereaux name on her shoulders, she had to be cautious. If she wasn't absolutely sure, she couldn't just jump in blindly. Linsey, however, was watching her like a hawk, thrilled and smug. ---- That kid's condition looked bad-exactly like her cousin's son, who had died shortly after being rushed to the hospital.

She was dying to see if Mrs. Devereaux would crash and burn this time. She even nudged the photographer she'd brought along, quietly signaling him to start recording. If Mrs. Devereaux messes this up and kills the kid, I'm making sure the whole world sees it! Straight to the headlines! She still hadn't gotten over that charity gala where she'd wasted a huge amount of money just trying to humiliate Clara-only to watch her steal the spotlight. Now this was her shot at revenge.