At the same time, Hua Yingrou seemed to sense something in her hospital room.
She suddenly lunged toward the door. The caregivers had grown familiar with her behavior over the past few days and immediately stepped forward to restrain her.
The caregivers were all tall, sturdy middle-aged women, and they held her back with practiced ease.
"Ah! Let me out! Has that little bastard been painting again?"
"Don't let him see A Cheng! He's not a good child!"
"He has no talent for painting at all! Damn him, let him die!"
"I'm his mother! I am! How dare he defy me! Little bastards like him should all be strangled."
"A Cheng, I'm healthy now! I can have children! We don't need to raise someone else's bastard anymore!"
Two caregivers exchanged a glance, their eyes still filled with alarm.
Their employer, Mr. Xie, had instructed them to repeat anything nonsensical she said to him, word for word.
Although this lady had often had episodes over the past few days, this was the first time she had spouted such ravings.
Once Hua Yingrou quieted down, one of the female caregivers hurried outside.
The doctor's office.
"Here are the results. They haven't been opened yet. Please, Mr. Hua."
The masked doctor handed the test results to Hua Jian.
Xie Zhitan and Bo Lin both turned their eyes toward Hua Jian.
Hua Jian smiled. "Don't be so nervous. Whether she is or isn't, it doesn't really matter. This will just clear up some questions for me."
Bo Lin frowned at the report. "Open it."
Hua Jian lowered his head and turned past the first page. The test results were on the second.
As soon as he opened it, Bo Lin looked straight at the corner of the page.
The figure shown there was