Chapter 920 Conspiracy

• 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."