Chapter 2

The paternity test report slapped against my face, papers scattering everywhere.

At Grandfather's funeral, everyone wore mourning clothes—except for my best friend Vanessa, who wore a bright red dress and held her newborn son.

Her smile stretched from ear to ear. She looked nothing like someone attending a funeral.

"After I found out I was pregnant, I moved into the family estate to take care of myself."

"Don't blame Gideon. After all, the baby in my arms is the family's only son. Naturally, he has to be recognized as the rightful heir."

The air fell silent for a moment. The mourners all looked at me, waiting for my reaction.

But I just smiled at a line of text in the corner.

Then Vanessa's phone rang. Gideon's mother's voice burst through the speaker, overflowing with joy.

"Vanessa, is it true? Our family has an heir? I have a grandson?"

Vanessa looked at me triumphantly and went on and on about how adorable her son was before hanging up with her chin held high.

I looked at her and spoke calmly.

"This child will never inherit the trillion-dollar fortune."

Vanessa sneered, thinking I was just desperately grasping at straws.

"Wren, don't tell me being a daughter-in-law has made you stupid."

"The paternity test clearly states that it supports Gideon as Asher's biological father."

"According to the will, only Asher is the family's bloodline."

"If you leave with nothing now, I might let Asher recognize you as his godmother."

An hour later, Gideon's mother stumbled into the funeral, not even having time to grab a coat.

The moment she saw the baby's face, she couldn't stop praising:

"He looks just like him. Exactly like him."

Gideon's mother was afraid I might lose control, so she had people block me.

"This is a precious treasure. We must take good care of him."

Then she pulled Vanessa aside: "Vanessa, you haven't finished your postpartum recovery yet. Sit down and rest. Don't tire yourself out."

"I'll call the lawyer right now to transfer the inheritance to you!"

Then she turned and glanced at me with disgust:

"Unlike some people who couldn't produce anything in three years."

"If I were you, I'd pack up and leave now before being thrown out and humiliated."

But I just stared intently at the baby in the nanny's arms.

"No need to call the lawyer, because she won't get a penny of that inheritance."

Vanessa looked me up and down, then spoke as if bestowing charity:

"Wren, face reality. You can't have children because you've done too many bad things. You seduced Gideon in college, wearing those tank tops and short skirts. What kind of decent woman dresses like that?"

"Only a proper woman like me deserves to give birth to the family's son."

Many people came and went through the funeral hall, everyone with different thoughts, their eyes constantly shifting between Vanessa and me.

After all, this was the world's richest man's fortune. So many people were envious.

Whoever could get it would basically be set for life.

"This is a funeral hall. What are you all doing?"

Gideon's father strode over. When he saw Vanessa, his face relaxed.

He looked utterly kind:

"Vanessa's here. The lawyer will arrive soon, and we'll announce the heir directly."

"This is freshly made chicken soup. Drink up."

"That's right, you're our family's greatest benefactor. You must nourish your body properly."

"After the inheritance transfer, go to a private postpartum center to recover for six months."

Gideon's mother hastily scooped up a spoonful of chicken and brought it to Vanessa's lips.

I looked at the three of them in front of me, acting like a harmonious family, and felt it was painfully glaring.

"Uncle, Aunt, putting aside the fact that Gideon and I aren't divorced yet."

"Aren't you celebrating a bit prematurely? What if she can't get Grandfather's inheritance?"

Hearing this, Vanessa almost spat out the blood chicken in her mouth.

She pushed past Gideon's father and mother, holding the child, teasing him while glaring at me.

"So what if you're married? The family won't want a slut who can't have children."

"Who knows what you were doing, coming home at ten o'clock every night. You probably slept around so much you became infertile."

"In the future, when my son grows up, he'll never marry a woman with such a messy private life like you."

Gideon's mother helped Vanessa sit down, glanced at me, and sneered:

"This little baby is definitely our family's bloodline. He looks exactly like Gideon when he was little."

Vanessa's face filled with triumph again:

"Wren, I know you're upset that I gave birth to Gideon's son."

"But you're talking nonsense. Have you gone crazy from not being able to have children?"