The Champion I Raised For Revenge - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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The room erupted in chaos as a disheveled girl staggered forward, her uneven gait drawing every eye in the banquet hall. Coal-black soot streaked her face like war paint, her labored breathing the only sound cutting through the murmuring crowd.
"Who is that?" someone whispered. "Look at her legs—she can barely stand, let alone swim competitively."
The girl's voice trembled with raw emotion as she reached out. "Mom... Dad... You finally came for me. I'm your daughter..."
Her grin stretched wide, revealing crooked teeth, saliva glistening at the corners of her mouth. Jacob recoiled as if scalded, shoving her away with a hiss. "What the hell is this?"
I stepped forward, a cold smile playing on my lips. "Meet your real daughter. Congratulations on your happy reunion."
Jacob and Cassie stood frozen, their faces drained of color. Cassie's manicured nails dug into Jacob's arm as she choked out, "Wanda, explain this madness! Who is this... this imbecile?"
Slowly, I approached the girl, cupping her soot-streaked face. A damp cloth in hand, I wiped away the grime—revealing delicate features beneath.
A collective gasp rippled through the room.
The resemblance was undeniable. The girl had Jacob's sharp brows, his piercing gaze. Her nose and lips were Cassie's mirror image. No words were needed—the truth was written on her face.
Jacob's hands shook violently, his voice cracking. "What... what is happening?"
I tilted my head, feigning innocence. "Isn't this what you wanted? Your precious biological child? I pulled her from the orphanage just for you."
"Lies!" Jacob's scream bordered on hysterical. "Natalie is our daughter!"
With deliberate calm, I straightened the girl's posture and pulled a crumpled birth certificate from her pocket, holding it high for all to see. "She isn't. Did you really think I'd raise your child?"
My voice dropped to a razor's edge. "Years ago, when I got word you'd 'fallen off a cliff,' I knew it was a setup. You forced her on me—but I wasn't fooled."
A recording crackled to life, Jacob and Cassie's voices spilling into the room like poison. Their conversation was clinical, detached—discussing how their daughter's cerebral palsy made her useless to their ambitions. How they'd dump her on me, their perfect patsy.
The live chat exploded.
[What kind of soulless monsters abandon their own child?!]
[They treated her like a defective product! Disgusting!]
I let the outrage simmer before continuing. "When I took in your daughter, I also took in another—Natalie. Her mother was my best friend, Talle Laurent. A naval officer who died at sea, leaving behind her only child. I swore to raise her as my own."
Then, with slow, deliberate steps, I approached Jacob and pressed another document into his shaking hands. "As for your daughter with Cassie... I sent her to an orphanage. No one wanted a disabled child. Not even you."
The birth certificate trembled in his grip. The name glared up at him in bold print:
Lily Hamilton.
Their flesh and blood. Their discarded shame.
"Who is that?" someone whispered. "Look at her legs—she can barely stand, let alone swim competitively."
The girl's voice trembled with raw emotion as she reached out. "Mom... Dad... You finally came for me. I'm your daughter..."
Her grin stretched wide, revealing crooked teeth, saliva glistening at the corners of her mouth. Jacob recoiled as if scalded, shoving her away with a hiss. "What the hell is this?"
I stepped forward, a cold smile playing on my lips. "Meet your real daughter. Congratulations on your happy reunion."
Jacob and Cassie stood frozen, their faces drained of color. Cassie's manicured nails dug into Jacob's arm as she choked out, "Wanda, explain this madness! Who is this... this imbecile?"
Slowly, I approached the girl, cupping her soot-streaked face. A damp cloth in hand, I wiped away the grime—revealing delicate features beneath.
A collective gasp rippled through the room.
The resemblance was undeniable. The girl had Jacob's sharp brows, his piercing gaze. Her nose and lips were Cassie's mirror image. No words were needed—the truth was written on her face.
Jacob's hands shook violently, his voice cracking. "What... what is happening?"
I tilted my head, feigning innocence. "Isn't this what you wanted? Your precious biological child? I pulled her from the orphanage just for you."
"Lies!" Jacob's scream bordered on hysterical. "Natalie is our daughter!"
With deliberate calm, I straightened the girl's posture and pulled a crumpled birth certificate from her pocket, holding it high for all to see. "She isn't. Did you really think I'd raise your child?"
My voice dropped to a razor's edge. "Years ago, when I got word you'd 'fallen off a cliff,' I knew it was a setup. You forced her on me—but I wasn't fooled."
A recording crackled to life, Jacob and Cassie's voices spilling into the room like poison. Their conversation was clinical, detached—discussing how their daughter's cerebral palsy made her useless to their ambitions. How they'd dump her on me, their perfect patsy.
The live chat exploded.
[What kind of soulless monsters abandon their own child?!]
[They treated her like a defective product! Disgusting!]
I let the outrage simmer before continuing. "When I took in your daughter, I also took in another—Natalie. Her mother was my best friend, Talle Laurent. A naval officer who died at sea, leaving behind her only child. I swore to raise her as my own."
Then, with slow, deliberate steps, I approached Jacob and pressed another document into his shaking hands. "As for your daughter with Cassie... I sent her to an orphanage. No one wanted a disabled child. Not even you."
The birth certificate trembled in his grip. The name glared up at him in bold print:
Lily Hamilton.
Their flesh and blood. Their discarded shame.
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