The Billionaire’s Regretful Obsession – Victoria Hale

Chapter 261 The Truth Julia would never escape this. The comments flooded in, overwhelmingly supporting Wendy. The one person Julia had never considered a threat was now the very person destroying her. Julia lowered her eyes, suddenly looking fragile-vulnerable, like a lost fawn. "Wendy," she said softly, "tell me something. Do you think we look alike? Even a little?" "What are you talking about? Stop changing the subject!" Wendy snapped, remembering Melissa's advice. No matter what, she had to drag the topic back, or she'd fall for Julia's tricks.

Julia was a master at this-spinning, redirecting, trapping you in her web before you even realized what was happening. But this time, Julia answered directly. "I'm not changing the subject. I'm asking you a real question. Do you honestly believe you're my biological sister? Maybe everyone should see for themselves. Do we look like sisters to you?" Wendy's blood ran cold. "What are you saying? That I'm not blood-related?" The internet, however, was already doing what the internet does best-comparing.

Even though they weren't twins, they at least shared some similar facial features-but there were also clear, striking differences. At the very least, just from her face alone, it wasn't that easy to tell if they were family. In terms of merit and achievement, the gulf between them was even wider-one elevated far above the other. "What are you trying to pull?" Wendy's voice trembled with rage. "Nothing you say changes what you did! You're poisonous!" She remembered how it used to be.

People would whisper that they didn't look like sisters, and Julia would always smile warmly and say, "Oh, but we are! And my sister is wonderful." Everyone would nod politely, but later they'd exchange looks-these two didn't look like 1/3 Chapter 261 The Truth sisters at all. One had a bright, sharp mind; the other looked like she'd never evolved. Wendy had heard those whispers. They'd cut deep back then. +10 Free Coins The more perfect Julia looked, the more ridiculous she made Wendy seem. Because they were "sisters," Wendy had never doubted Julia.

Julia stepped on her clumsiness and made herself look like someone heaven made special. And Wendy had been grateful for it, and had actually thought Julia was the best sister in the world for not abandoning her. God, she'd been such a fool. From the very beginning, she was just a tool to make Julia look better, nobler. And now that it suited Julia? Now she was pulling the "you're not really my sister" card? No way. Wendy wasn't buying it. Julia produced a yellowed document and held it up to the camera. A paternity test.

"This is the paternity test between Wendy and my mother." The internet exploded. [Wait... does that mean Wendy is your half-sister? Like, same dad?] Julia's laugh was cold. "If only it were that simple. Unfortunately, my dad thought he was being clever. He thought my mom didn't know. But she knew something was wrong. This child... she looked nothing like her. "So she did the test quietly. And guess what? They weren't mom and daughter at all. "My mom carried a child for nine months and gave birth to my baby sister, a healthy baby girl.

"You and my sister were born on the same day, in the same hospital. The other woman was there too. And karma hit her fast. She died on that hospital bed. "People might've pitied her if she'd been anyone else. But that woman? On her deathbed, she made one last request. She wanted her child to grow up legitimate, to have a real family. "So to swap you in, my dad smashed my baby sister onto the floor and killed her. "The nurse who saw it was stunned. If she hadn't seen it and only suspected, she wouldn't have 2/3 believed it. My dad told her, 'I have money. I hardly ever held the baby.

I just dropped her by accident, and that was it.' "But he dumped it on the hospital staff-'You let the baby cry there forever and didn't care. Now something happened, none of you is getting away!' "That nurse got replaced. She'd been just a young girl. "Later, my dad said to treat this child as his own daughter. Otherwise, his wife couldn't take it -she'd kill herself. And then the whole mess would be on the hospital. Two lives-could they afford that? "For fifteen years, I thought you were my sister. But then you got sick and needed blood. And your type matched neither my mom nor my dad.

It matched that homewrecker. "If that nurse hadn't grown a conscience right before she died and confessed it, we would've kept believing Wendy was some comfort baby brought home for my mom. "That nurse realized it was wrong and started digging. The hospital had security footage. But once she thought it through-if she exposed it, she'd become an accomplice-she hid the footage away." 3/3 admin