Chapter 3The DNA Test That Broke My World

I thought Julian would come back. But I never thought Julian would come back like this. My dad brought him in. I thought he couldn't out-talk me and decided to try a different approach. But my dad's expression was wrong, and Julian's expression was even more wrong. It felt like the world was about to explode in the next second.

My dad, hands trembling, took out a paternity test report. The subjects were my dad and Julian. The conclusion read: Based on the analysis of DNA results, it is supported that Arthur Vanderbilt is the biological father of Julian.

What?! Maybe because the plot was too melodramatic, it actually summoned bullet screen comments (danmu) floating in the air: "The heroine is no longer the only daughter of the Vanderbilt family." "The show begins! Let me savor this family drama!" "I expected messy, but not THIS messy!"

Julian and I were born on the same year, same month, and same day! That means my dad cheated with Auntie May shortly after being with my mom. Or maybe he came back from cheating and had me with my mom. In an instant, my sky collapsed. No wonder I've always felt like Julian and I were astrologically incompatible. Since that's the case, don't blame me for not being polite.

I was furious, slammed the table, and stood up: "You bold illegitimate child! How dare you step into my house!" Julian looked at me, his eyes full of sadness. Why is he sad? Aren't my mom and I the biggest victims? I opened my mouth, planning to directly greet the culprit—my dad, that old scumbag.

My dad immediately covered my mouth and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense! Julian is your mom's and my biological son." Please, Julian and I were born on the same day. If Julian is my mom and dad's child... Then who am I?

My brain spun fast. My dad is 6'3", my mom is 5'9". And I am 5'3". Growing up, everyone said I didn't look like my dad or my mom. The bullet screen didn't forget to add insult to injury: "The heroine is really too cute." "Why is the heroine's brain full of illegitimate children? Has she never thought about being switched at birth?"

At this point, there is only one truth. The "Switched at Birth" trope has become reality. Julian and I were switched. I am not my mom's biological daughter! For a mommy's girl, this is a fatal blow.

Moreover, my mom and Auntie May have different parenting philosophies. Thinking about Auntie May's strict elite education, Julian and his brothers grew up between school and tutoring classes. While my mom had only one attitude: as long as my daughter is happy. That won't do. I can't believe this dog-blood life. Oh heavens! Oh earth! Oh fate!

I rushed over, hugging my mom and crying: "Mommy, although I'm not your biological daughter, I really love you, I can't bear to leave you! Mommy, don't drive me away, don't send me to Auntie May." I cried sincerely. It didn't move my mom; instead, she slapped the back of my head mercilessly. I was shocked, freezing on the spot. Did the love transfer so quickly? I wailed even louder.

My mom said grumpily: "I told you to read fewer messy novels, but you wouldn't listen. Something happens, and you start fantasizing. Your primary task now is to delete that reading app from your phone." How can I do that? I haven't finished reading so many good stories. I looked aggrieved.

My mom couldn't help laughing. It melted my dad's eternal iceberg face, bringing a hint of warmth. My dad patted my head and softened his voice: "Stop crying. We didn't say you aren't our biological daughter either." What?

Under my parents' explanation, I finally figured out the whole story. It turned out my mom gave birth to fraternal twins back then. But Auntie May, who gave birth on the same day in the same VIP ward, had a stillborn baby due to doctor error. The doctor couldn't afford to offend the richest family in the city, the Sterlings. Seeing that our family had twins, he took my mom's son, swapping the civet for the prince, to replace the Sterling family's stillborn. Then he told my family: "Congratulations, you have a precious daughter."

Full of holes. Unreasonable. Makes no sense. I could only ask my mom: "Didn't you do prenatal checkups?" My mom suddenly had tears in her eyes, looking up at the sky. My dad took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. Sighing, he answered: "Your mom and I were DINKs (Double Income, No Kids). If we knew she was pregnant, we would have aborted. Probably knowing our thoughts, you two siblings gave your mom zero pregnancy symptoms and even caused some monthly bleeding to confuse us. When your mom had a stomachache and was sent to the hospital, you two popped out."

Julian and I were silent. Suddenly, a comment floated by. "Although it's a mess, does anyone feel sorry for our male lead? He's about to shatter." Male lead? I looked at Julian. F*ck! I'm the heroine? Julian is the male lead? We are biological siblings! I can only pray we are going for a family affection route. Deep sibling love is barely acceptable.

The bullet screen never let me go: "The male lead wakes up to find his beloved wifey became his biological sister. His sky collapsed." "Male lead's inner monologue: I wanted wifey to call me 'Oppa' (Brother), but I meant it in a romantic way, not a genetic way." "It's okay, it's okay, this is all part of the setbacks. The heroine will end up with the male lead." "Nemesis trope plus taboo elements, ahhh author you really know what you're doing." "Like! Write more! Love to watch!"

Oh my god. No way. Everyone knows incest is intolerable to society. The place that tolerates what society doesn't tolerate is also intolerable to society. Oh no, it's the German Orthopedics Ward! (Internet slang for incest treatment) My god! Is Julian trying to ruin this family? I sneaked a peek at Julian, trembling with fear. Julian caught me. Julian's beautiful dark pupils trembled. Sensing my wariness towards him, the pool of spring water in his eyes shattered into a sky full of stars. I didn't comfort him. Who knows where the comfort would lead? I insist on: better you die than me. Let Julian be sad by himself.