His One True Love

Chapter 15---The Paternity Test Results

Fields Villa.

When Kevin Hart delivered the DNA report to the villa, he found only Nancy Ford in the downstairs living room.

"Ms. Ford, hasn't Boss returned yet?"

Nancy glanced toward the courtyard. "His car isn't here. He might've gone to pick up Candy. Kevin, what's the matter?"

Kevin squeezed the manila envelope in his hand and replied casually, "Oh, nothing urgent. Just a document requiring Boss's personal review. I'll leave it in his study."

After Kevin placed the DNA report in the study and left, Nancy entered Chase Fields' study, opened the manila envelope, and pulled out a DNA paternity test result.

"DNA comparison between Wendy Moore and Morgan Fields shows a 99% match."

Nancy's eyes flickered sharply as she stared at the woman's photo in the file. Was that woman she'd collided with really Candy's biological mother?

She had vanished for three years—why return now?

Wendy Moore… Could she be planning to marry Chase by claiming her status as Candy's real mother?

"Mom! Mom! Where are you?"

Her son Zachary's voice came from outside. She quickly stuffed the report back into the envelope, returned it to its place, and hurried out of the study.

...

Wendy prepared two dishes and a soup—simple, home-cooked fare.

She looked at the modest spread on the table, then awkwardly at the adult and child seated across from her, and forced a weak smile. "Nothing fancy—hope you don't mind."

Candy clapped her tiny hands. "Mia, this soup looks so yummy!"

Wendy smiled at the little girl. "Let me serve it for you."

The meal proceeded in awkward silence, with only Candy completely at ease, oblivious to the tension.

Chase ate in silence, his movements elegant—every inch the polished gentleman of high society.

A sudden phone ring shattered the quiet at the table.

Chase glanced at the caller ID, his brow slightly furrowed. Without a word, he set down his chopsticks and walked to the farthest balcony from the living room to take the call.

It was Kevin. "Boss, the DNA comparison results are out. Since you weren't home, I left the report on your office desk."

Chase's gaze darkened. He gave a cold acknowledgment, hung up, then returned to the living room. He looked at Candy, slouched over the table with poor posture, and said, "Candy, finished eating? Let's go home."

Candy twisted her little body and frowned. "Daddy, I want to stay at Mia's and watch cartoons. Can we stay a bit longer?"

Chase pressed his lips together. Seeing the child refusing to leave, his tone grew sharper. "We have a private theater at home just for you. Can't you watch cartoons there?"

Chase's voice was always cold by nature. Though he softened it around Candy, he sometimes couldn't help himself. Outside, he was a decisive, iron-fisted man. No matter how gently he spoke, he could never match a doting mother. When Candy first learned to talk, she would chatter endlessly, and when Chase was busy, the noise would irritate him. Instinctively, he'd glare at her—and the moment he did, Candy would burst into tears. Chase doted on Candy deeply, and whenever she cried, he was utterly helpless.

Now, seeing her father's darkening expression, Candy's lips trembled, her big eyes welling up. She climbed down from her chair and huffed, "Fine, let's go home! Why are you being so mean? Hmph, I'll tell Grandpa you were mean to me again!"

Chase, already in a foul mood, furrowed his brow, rolled up his coat sleeves, and strode toward the door without holding the sulking child behind him.

Seeing Candy trailing miserably behind Chase, Wendy's heart clenched. She stood up and said, "Mr. Fields, if you don't want Candy to stay with me, you can say so gently. Why yell at a child? This kind of behavior can seriously affect her."

This man, with his cold, untouchable aura, was clearly emotionally neglecting a three-year-old.

Chase turned, his dark eyes sharp and clear as he fixed her with a stare. "If I recall correctly, Miss Moore is not yet Mrs. Fields."

"I—"

Chase advanced, his words cutting. "It seems none of my business if I bring strange women home, and certainly none of yours to judge how I discipline Candy."

With that, Chase scooped up Candy from beside his leg and strode out of the house.

On his shoulder, Candy waved her small white hand at Wendy. "Bye, Mia! See you tomorrow!"

After Chase and Candy left, Wendy collapsed into the chair, rubbing her temples. She really had a knack for meddling. Her own situation wasn't even settled, and now she'd angered Chase. What was wrong with her head?

She should be treating Chase like a god right now, yet seeing how indifferent he was to Candy, she inexplicably felt angry and heartbroken.

...

On the way back to the villa, Candy sat in the front passenger seat, arms crossed, refusing to speak to Chase.

Chase glanced at her. "Your lips are so pouted, you could hang an oil can on them."

"Hmph! Daddy, why were you mean to Mia?"

Chase reached over and ruffled her hair. "Still mad at Daddy?"

He just wanted to test whether Wendy truly cared for Candy. Wendy had something to ask of him, yet she still risked offending him to defend the child. Clearly, this Wendy genuinely liked Candy.

"Daddy, I really like Mia. So next time, don't be mean to her again! Or Candy will be very, very mad!"

After raising the child for three years, the moment Wendy appeared, Candy completely favored her. Chase felt a pang of bitterness.

The little girl pursed her lips and pleaded, "Daddy, can Mia be my mom?"

You really want her to be your mom?

The child nodded seriously several times.

...

Nancy sat in the living room, half-heartedly helping her five-year-old son Zach build blocks. Her mind was elsewhere. When the sound of a car engine echoed in the courtyard, she startled, her hands trembling and knocking over the completed structure.

Zach frowned. "Mom, you messed up my blocks! Now I have to rebuild!"

When Chase entered with Candy, Nancy patted Zach's head and said, "Zach, your sister's back. Play together, okay?"

Candy ran over with her little backpack. "Brother!"

"Big sister."

Chase gave Nancy a distant greeting. "Candy, play with your brother. Dad needs to go upstairs to work."

"Okay! Daddy, go make money!"

Chase strode upstairs, heading straight for the study.

Pushing open the study door, the DNA report lay on the desk.