Francesca Willis jumped in shock and instinctively answered yes.
"Why?"
Francesca hung her head, lost in thought.
After a while, she seemed to think of something and let out a light laugh.
"It's truly absurd, reaching this point, what secrets do I have left to hide, and what is there to fear?"
Francesca laughed self-deprecatingly.
Upon hearing her words, Bella Green pressed her lips together, her hands on her knees involuntarily tensing.
"Yes, after you came back, that paternity test—I forged it. You're neither my daughter nor Samuel Gren's daughter."
"What I want to know is why you did it." Bella Green's face was icy.
"Hahaha, why? You think I willingly brought you, this bastard, home? If not for you, how could my once good family turn into this?"
As she spoke, Francesca became somewhat hysterical, laughing and crying, as if filled with hatred and resentment.
But who does she hate, and who does she resent?
