My Baby's Daddy

“Is this Harmony?” Cecelia asked her daughter, who replied, “Yes, it is.”

Cecelia examined the photo again, then zoomed in on a frontal shot that clearly showed the wrist. She zoomed in as much as possible and asked her daughter, “Is there a red mole here?”

Sophia leaned in for a closer look, then shook her head. “No!”

“That’s it then! Harmony has a red mole on her arm. With today’s advanced technology, isn’t it possible for someone to use computer software to swap faces? Have you considered that someone might be framing this child?” Cecelia retorted.

Sophia was stunned for a few seconds. She had been overly worried about her son’s potential marriage and had never gotten to know Harmony before.

“Really?” she asked in surprise.

“I have a keen sense of judgment. I can tell at a glance whether it’s this child or not. Harmony may be thin, but she has some flesh on her. Look at this model in the photo. She’s emaciated. It’s clear she has a larger frame. I wonder who is trying to frame this child by swapping faces and sending these photos to you, Cecelia finished, looking quite angry.

the person who sent the photos. Now, it seemed that the person intended to break up her son’s

harbored ill will toward Harmony or

had now realized that she

also determined to find out who this despicable person was. She wanted to know who dared to meddle in her family’s affairs and harm her

returned to her room, picked up her tablet, and opened her email. She intended to lure this

sent. To show my gratitude, I am

who was packing up to return to Dansbury, heard the notification of a new email. She immediately returned to the couch and picked up her tablet

prospect of getting 150

believed that she had done Sophia a great favor by giving her an excuse to eliminate a

as she hesitated, another message