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    Hearing the news, Marc furrowed his brows deeply. “I have money. I canpensate the injured!


    Don’t let my son go to jail!”


    The traffic officer gave him a cold nce. “Causing a traffic ident isn’t something you can just


    pay off.”


    Cam had thought it was just a regr car ident, but to her dismay, it turned out that Scott had


    been driving under the influence. Anger welled up inside her.


    “How is the injured party doing?” Marc couldn’t help but ask.


    “The victim is still in surgery, and the outlook isn’t good,” the officer said gravely.


    Marc fell silent. This situation wouldn’t be easy to resolve. He looked down at the medical report in


    his hand and suddenly shouted, “No, this can’t be right! How could Scott’s blood type be AB! Both


    her mother and I are type A!”


    Tabitha abruptly looked up at Betty, whose face turned instantly pale.


    Her mind was a mess. She knew what this implied. Her palms began to sweat and her body


    trembled slightly. She knew she had to stay


    calm andposed.


    I am type B blood.”


    Tabitha watched Betty in shock. She knew clearly that Betty was type A, while she and Scott were


    both type AB.


    This meant….


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    “You are type A. You had a testst year when you had surgery,” Marc said, his gaze bing


    sharp as he stared intensely at Betty.


    There must be some mistake! This report got to be wrong!” Betty’s voice was agitated, “There’s


    definitely a mistake in these results.”


    The officer nced at her and said, “We used thetest model of blood analysis machine. It doesn’t


    make mistakes. The blood was drawn directly from Scott.”


    Marc, furious, crumpled the report in his hand, stormed up to Betty, and fiercely grabbed her by the


    cor, yelling, “Tell me the damn


    truth!”


    Betty shed her previously fragile persona with a cold smirk, “I never said Scott was your son.”


    Hearing this, Marc’s expression turned extremely ugly. “What did you say?”


    “I said, the son you’ve been raising isn’t yours by blood,” Betty stated bluntly, “He has no gic


    ties to you.”


    Marc was stunned, unable to believe his ears. He stammered, “How is this possible?”


    “It’s the truth,” Betty said coldly, “The son you thought was yours is actually another man’s child.”


    Marc turned pale, his body swayed, and he almost fell. “How can this be… How can this be…” he


    muttered to himself.


    “Even Tabitha isn’t your daughter either. I’ve been on birth control the whole time we’ve been


    together.” Betty forcefully freed herself


    from his grasp, her indifferent eyes carrying a hint of scorn.


    Hearing this, Marcpletely broke down. He felt as if his world had copsed; his beloved son


    was not his own. He staggered back a few steps, leaning weakly against the wall.


    At the same time, Cam and Connor exchanged shocked looks.


    “Cam… Cam… Marc suddenly, like a madman, rushed towards Cam.


    Connor immediately stepped in front of Cam, his eyes sharp like des, warning Marc not to


    make any rash moves.


    “Cam… tell me… what’s your blood type. I need to take you for testing.” Marc’s voice trembled,


    almost unable to control his emotions. His eyes were filled with anxiety and hope, as if searching for


    thest bit of hope,