The crowd stared at Fiona Vaughn with a mix of shock and suspicion, their scrutinizing gazes almost piercing her through!
—Unless she had a guilty conscience, doubting whether the child in her belly was the groom's, why else would she go alone to the maternity hospital for a DNA test?!
Fiona Vaughn couldn't bear those looks any longer; she stared dazedly at the photos displayed on the projector, her face alternating between red and white.
Finally, all sorts of expressions converged, and tears rushed out of her eyes, turning her pretty face heartbreakingly pale in an instant!
"Tyson, please believe me!"
"Those photos are fake! The woman in the photos isn't me! Tyson, I love you so much, I even risked being hated by my sister to fight my way to your side. I've treated you so well, how could the child in my belly not be yours?"
Even at this critical moment, Fiona Vaughn insisted on stepping on herself. Cecilia Vaughn was truly astonished.
