Chapter 192 Bloodlines and Betrayal
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Naomi couldn’t help but suspect that Eliza had just said all those things on purpose. She clearly knew who the real heiress was.
Moments later, the doctor from upstairs came down and handed the DNA results to Christian.
Christian didn’t even look at the report. He simply raised a hand. “You read it.”
The doctor spoke clearly, “Mr. Christian, the one who shares a biological sibling relationship with you is Eliza.”
Naomi shot to her feet. “No! This report is wrong! Someone must’ve tampered with the results!”
Christian said nothing. He just stared at her.
Naomi rushed up and grabbed his arm. “Christian, you have to believe me! I’m your real sister! Someone must’ve bribed your people–that’s the only way this fake report could’ve been made!”
Still silent, Christian lifted one hand.
The two doctors from the city hospital were brought in, hands restrained.
“So? Want to tell me who’s who now?” Christian said flatly. “You know very well–the Sue family doesn’t tolerate being lied to.”
The two doctors exchanged nervous glances.
One of them said, “Mr. Christian, I don’t understand what you mean. Our hospital is very professional. We’d never falsify anything-”
“That’s right,” the other doctor chimed in. “We’re the biggest hospital in the city. If we can’t be trusted, then there’s no real hospital left in Westbrook!”
Christian smiled coldly. It was the kind of smile that came only when words were completely useless.
“I gave you a chance to talk. You didn’t take it. Looks like we’ll have to use another method.”
As soon as he finished speaking, two bodyguards stepped forward.
One of them punched the first doctor straight in the face.
Blood spurted from the doctor’s lip as he stumbled back, stunned and dazed.
The second doctor turned pale with fear.
Christian leaned back, relaxed. “Use more force. We don’t want the Sue family to look weak.”
“Stop! Please, no more!”
The punched doctor held up his hands in a panic. That one blow had nearly knocked out a tooth. Another and he might lose a few more.
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Chapter 192 Bloodlines and Betrayal
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Christian’s expression turned ice–cold. “If you tell me who ordered you to fake the results, I might spare your life. But if you stay quiet… don’t blame me for what happens next.”
As he spoke, Christian took out a small blade.
“You see, we Sue family members aren’t from Westbrook. Overseas, we do things differently. That’s why people hear our name and know to keep their heads down.”
He placed the blade under the doctor’s chin.
The man trembled violently.
Christian shifted the blade to the doctor’s hand. “With doctors, it’s more effective to aim for the hands.”
The cold edge pressed against his skin.
The doctor let out a sharp cry, “I’ll talk! Please don’t ruin my hands!”
Christian casually withdrew the blade. “Now that’s better. We’re not unreasonable people.”
He leaned back into the couch. “So. Who told you to fake the results?”
The doctor stammered, “It was… it was…”
His eyes flicked toward Naomi.
That one glance was all it took.
Naomi’s expression crumbled. “What are you looking at me for?! I didn’t tell you to do anything! Don’t you dare try to frame me!”
She turned to Christian, her face full of tears. “Even if I’m not your real sister, you can’t blame me like this! I’m a victim too!”
Christian stared at her. He hadn’t expected Naomi to be this two–faced.
When she thought she was his sister, she was arrogant, spoiled, and bossy.
But now that her lie had been exposed, she was pretending to be pitiful–like he was bullying her.
“Was being my sister that awful?” he asked coldly. “You seemed pretty happy about it just a few days ago. You liked the things I gave you. Took them to school and flaunted them, didn’t you?”
Naomi’s face went white. He’d known all along.
Christian gestured to a bodyguard, who immediately reached into Naomi’s bag and pulled out the pink diamond ring.
“This ring,” Christian said, “you threw it on Eliza to frame her. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”
His voice dropped dangerously. “Your Rivers family is really something. Even dared to trick me. I think it’s time I had a little chat with that old bastard you call a father–see if he’s tired of living.”
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The Heiress’s Second Chance at Vengeance
