Chapter 283 Ch Two Hundred And Eighty Three

• Isla had so many questions in her head, and she could barely process them, as she remained still frozen where she sat, her lungs tightening so hard. Her thoughts were jammed like traffic in a heavy storm.
• ‘She was not Mill’s biological child. Andre wasn’t either. Only Malcolm and Ivy!’ her heart plummeted, as her brain registered it again, while alternating between larva hot and icy cold. Her head threatened to expand and burst open because the shock was too much for it to bear.
• ‘Did her father know too? Did he know all along that they weren’t his?!’ She trembled in fear, barely breathing, when she realized again that the man she had called her father wasn’t hers.