WTF! My Fiancé's Mistress Turned My Prize Horse into My Little Pony Right Before Kentucky Derby?！ - Chapter 92: Chapter 92

Griffin arrived quickly.
One, two, three...
Three children stood in formation and called out in unison: "Mom Sullivan!"
The oldest child was a year older than Cameron's kids, and the youngest was still in high school.
After all, they carried my genes, and since I'd actively sought them out to provide support, it was appropriate for them to call me Mom Sullivan.
Cameron looked at the children in confusion.
"Rowan, who are they? Why are they calling you mom?"
Sage scoffed disdainfully.
"Rowan Sullivan, you're really going to great lengths to monopolize the company."
"First threatening to call the police, then to donate the company, now producing these children. You think just because they call you mom they can inherit your assets? There has to be a blood relationship—legal recognition."
I smiled mysteriously.
"How do you know they're not blood-related to me? They carry one hundred percent of my blood, Rowan Sullivan's blood."
Cameron stepped forward helplessly and put his arm around me.
"Alright, alright, honey, stop making a scene. You think I don't know whether you have children or not?"
Adrian and Natasha first stared blankly, then burst into laughter when they realized what was happening.
"Old fool, have you gone crazy wanting children? Actually finding three bastards to play house with!"
"Aunt Rowan, aren't you just humiliating yourself? Random kids you picked up can compete with us for inheritance? Then what's the point of legal inheritance rights?"
They all laughed with various expressions, Cameron also smiling with disdainful contempt.
But their laughter stopped abruptly when Griffin produced three paternity test reports.
Cameron's hands shook as he flipped through the paternity tests, his voice trembling beyond recognition.
"Im...possible. When did you... have children? I don't believe it. These must be fake—you're trying to fool me."
After living together for twenty years, he still understood me.
I never engaged in improper relationships and certainly never kept lovers or mistresses.
That's why he dared to stab me in the back so ruthlessly in his old age.
Cameron kept examining the reports, trying to find evidence of forgery.
Sage stopped laughing too, nervously snatching the paternity tests to stare at the contents.
The twins also panicked, constantly asking, "Dad, these are fake, right?"
Cameron regained his composure, his face calming down.
"Rowan Sullivan, you're with me all day—when would you have time to produce so many illegitimate children? Do you think I'm an idiot?"
"Fine, I'm too lazy to argue with you. Make them go back where they came from immediately. Tomorrow's the press conference, and we need to discuss the stage protocol and which executives to introduce."
I laughed mockingly and pulled out my egg donation records.
"If you're not an idiot with amnesia, then you should remember this."
Cameron's pupils dilated suddenly, so shocked he could barely speak.
"You, you... Rowan Sullivan!"
From the year Cameron proposed we be childfree, I'd had the idea of donating eggs.
Though I knew it was harmful to my body, I still felt that having a child who carried my bloodline in this world meant I wouldn't be truly alone—my life would have some continuation.
I never expected such a pleasant surprise in my old age.
"Cameron, you just said you'd graciously accept my children too."
"So I'll arrange for them to move into our three houses. Oh wait, those houses are getting old—I should buy a few bigger, newer ones. Those new oceanview villas would be perfect. Great views, and the kids would be comfortable there when they first arrive."
"Oh, and I'll buy each of them a Rolls-Royce, plus ten million in spending money each. I haven't fulfilled my maternal duties all these years—I should compensate them properly."
"Let me calculate... initially I'll need about a hundred million. Dividing up shares now wouldn't be appropriate, because I remember donating eggs four times. There should be another child who hasn't come yet, so making asset divisions now would be unfair to them."
"I'm thinking of waiting another two years, posting some information abroad to see if there are any more of my children scattered overseas."
"Honey, since they're all our children, you can't play favorites, right?"
Cameron's whole body trembled, his lips shaking for a long time before he managed four words:
"You... you're ruthless!"
Just then, Griffin suddenly approached me shyly.
"Boss Sullivan, actually the last child... is with me."
Under everyone's astonished gazes, he blushed and produced another paternity test report.