Chapter 7 The Truth

I slapped myself and cried out again, "Dad!"

At that moment, my father was shirtless, a blanket barely covering his lower body. Hearing my words, he panicked, hurriedly wrapping a towel around himself.

"What's going on?" he asked, frantically covering every inch of exposed skin.

Kneeling, I bowed my head low. "Dad! I'm your real daughter!"

The shock of the truth nearly made my father faint. He started hitting his head, muttering to himself, "I almost did something terrible! I may be a pervert, but I'm not a monster!"

That night, my father bombarded me with questions about my mother.

I answered every one of them in detail, even providing more information than he asked for. To be sure, his personal doctor was called in to conduct a paternity test.

The results threw the entire household into chaos.

Susan, who had been sleeping soundly, was yanked out of bed by my father's men.

When my father saw her, his face contorted with disgust.

"Who are you?"

Still groggy, Susan looked at