Super Wife’s Three Babies

Perhaps… Azalea did something to me when I lost consciousness six years ago? When I was injured?

The notion sent a chill down Eugene’s spine. The possibility that he fathered these three children morphed into a ball of fear that crept into him-he and Olivia would be over.

At the thought of that, he hurriedly slit his finger with a knife and let the blood drip onto a piece of napkin, which was handed over to Curtis. “I need a DNA test, and keep this between us. You mustn’t let anyone else know about this.”

“Okay, President Nolan,” replied Curtis seriously at Eugene’s somber face before leaving. Eugene’s apprehension grew. At that moment, he wished someone was setting him up by leveraging the children instead of having anything to do with them.

At first, he stayed vigilant regarding the possibility that the children were part of a conspiracy. Now, he was genuinely surprised by them to the extent that he did not inquire about their background, hometown, mother, or age.

them? But who should I seek help from? North is out of consideration. Forget about the fact that he might get jealous; that little brat is on Olivia’s side. If he knows about it, she will as well. I shouldn’t let her know before the test results

on whom to seek help from, and someone came into his mind. That second kid to speak… Isn’t he the same kid playing the piano at Mi Amor? He dressed formally, and there was quite a distance, but

hour later, he appeared at Mi Amor

not come to work since he was elsewhere today, so he headed to the reception desk. “Is that

thought for a moment before questioning, “How long has he been working here?” “Over two

receptionist frowned. Eugene fished out a business card from

name is Blake Rogers. He’s six, and