"Juliana... she... she is not my daughter..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
A commotion erupted.
Rosy Roberts' head spun, and she staggered, "What did you say?"
Victor Vanderbilt wiped his face in embarrassment, "Juliana... her blood type doesn't match mine! I've been deceived by that woman for over twenty years! Juliana is not my daughter, Mom!! Juliana isn't a member of the Vanderbilt Family, she's not even your granddaughter!"
By the end, Victor Vanderbilt became hysterical, his voice rising to a fevered pitch with no room left for doubt.
Rosy Roberts' face turned deathly pale, the blood seemingly draining from her body, even rendering her lips colorless.
"No... impossible..."
She didn't believe it!
Victor Vanderbilt finally sank to his knees on the ground, his hands threading through his short, bristled hair in desperation.
