Chapter 1380


    Thssa''s face froze for a second, her breath catching slightly. She knew what Richard was asking.


    He wanted to know if she was willing to go through with a paternity test with Joshua to acknowledge him as her father.


    The word ‘father’ was something she had once yearned for, something she had desperately wanted.


    As a child, she would see other kids being cherished by their dads, showered with affection, and she, too, had longed for that —


    for her own father to appear.


    She had wanted to feel that paternal love, to have someone looking out for her mom as well.


    But as she grew up, the arrival of Bruce shattered all her beautiful illusions about fatherhood.


    To her, the term ‘father’ became synonymous with a nightmare.


    Though it was a mistake — Bruce was not her father — it was this mistaken bond of blood that caused Lysander to despise her to


    his core, finding ways to torment her relentlessly.


    It was because of Bruce that her rtionship with Lysander had plummeted to rock bottom, beyond any chance of warming up


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    And it was because of him that her mother suffered endlessly, enduring humiliation, ultimately passing away with eyes still full of


    sorrow.


    Thssa was truly terrified of the word ‘father’, afraid of any stranger who might suddenly im to be her dearest kin.


    With a pained breath, Thssa turned her face away, not answering Richard''s question.


    Seeing Thssa''s anguish and her refusal to respond, Richard tactfully dropped the subject, offering her a gentle out. "| respect


    your decision. You''re not well right now. Focus on getting some rest."


    Three dayster.


    Isabe, clutching the jade pearl, had inquired her way to a high-end, leisurely coffee shop where she finally encountered


    Joshua.


    The ambiance of the coffee shop was serene. Joshua sat at a table with a coffee cup in hand, savoring his drink, while opposite


    him sat a barista skillfully preparing another brew.


    Isabe exchanged a nod with the bodyguard stationed outside before walking in. She spotted Joshua dressed in a simple,


    te-gray t-shirt, which gave him an air of distinction. Despite his age, his demeanor was refined, gentle, and steady.


    He exuded an aura of cultured, understated luxury.


    As the barista worked, white steam


    swirled around Joshua, the aroma of


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    Isabe gripped her purse tighter, slowly approaching him.


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    Overwhelmed, Isabe found the words she had prepared slipping away.


    She edged closer to Joshua, managing a tentative smile, "Joshua, I''ve been looking for you for three days.


    Hearing her, Joshua lifted his serene


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    The barista, having just poured six cups of coffee, nodded with a smile and excused himself.


    "Sit," Joshua said.