Wicked Daughter Let Me Teach You A Lesson Novel by LaDessa Morgan

“Sofia is my biological daughter,” she said.

“You’re a vicious person,” she added.

“If it wasn’t for the blood donation that revealed both Sofia and I have rare blood types, I wouldn’t have suspected anything and gotten a paternity test,” she said.

“I might have lived my whole life in the dark, growing old alone,” she added.

Less than a week after I mentioned the compensation, Mila came to my house, causing a huge scene.

She didn’t even come inside. She made a scene at the doorway, attracting everyone’s attention, trying to guilt–trip me.

I could only pretend to be completely clueless, staggering back a few steps and leaning against the wall for support. “What are you talking about?” I asked.

Mila threw the paternity test results in my face and completely turned against me. “Stop pretending. Take a good look at this yourself,” she said.

I glanced at the document, understanding immediately. I furrowed my brow and put on a look of disbelief. No, this can’t be possible,” I said.

I reached for Mila’s hand. “Let me explain. I really didn’t know,” I pleaded.

Mila took the initiative, accusing me in a way that left me no room to defend myself. “If it wasn’t you, was it me?” she snapped.

“Would I leave behind a smart and beautiful child like Sofia to raise a sickly one?” she added.

My desire for revenge surged to my fingertips, and I crumpled the paternity test into a ball.

Sofia was smart and beautiful because I had cared for her so attentively.

But my biological child was sickly because she had been abused by Mila.

My biological daughter drowned on her third birthday.

After my rebirth, I discovered that Mila often forced my daughter to do laundry and cook. If she didn’t do it right, she would beat her.

I heard that on the day my daughter died, Mila got angry because she spilled water while doing laundry, nearly causing her to slip.

Mila threw my daughter into a water bucket and covered it with a lid, punishing her by not letting her out.

By the time she was found, my poor child was already dead.

She was only three years old. How could Mila dare to do that?

Just thinking about it made my angry. I wished I could bring Mila to justice right then and there.

But now wasn’t the right time.

Seeing my expression, Mila assumed I couldn’t accept the reality and was overcome with grief.

Sofia almost immediately let go of my hand. “Of course, I’ll go with Auntie. No, with my mom,” she said.

“No wonder you always hated to see me doing well. You weren’t even my biological mom,” she added.

“You’re so cruel, separating us for so many years,” she said.

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Passersby and neighbors pointed and whispered.

I remained silent. Sofia thought that I couldn’t bear to part with her, continued, “If you give me more money now to support my studies…”

“When you’re old, I might even consider taking care of you,” she added.

Isuddenly laughed. “Waiting for you to care for me in my old age? I’d rather die,” I said.

“You…” she stammered.

Mila pulled Sofia back. “Don’t worry about the money. Even if I have to sell everything, I’ll make sure you finish college,” she promised.

The clueless neighbors began to criticize me, “No wonder we always heard shouting from their house. It turns out she’s not even her biological daughter.”

“Look at that! You can tell just by looking that they’re not related,” another added.

Mila’s gaze toward me became uneasy, afraid I would expose her.

I was eager for Mila to take Sofia away as soon as possible.

Seeing Mila walking right into my trap made me feel elated, and I almost couldn’t suppress my laughter.

In my dazed state, Mila thought I was regretting it. She grabbed my hand and said, “Since that’s the case, words aren’t enough. Let’s go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and make it official.”