Chapter 1365 Hatred Also Sprouted
Jason had no idea this was all orchestrated by Victor, who expertly manipulated everyone's psychology and created deliberate information gaps between them.
Jason believed his biological daughter was coming to meet him.
Lawrence, deceived by Tessa, thought he was targeting Selena and her associates.
Tessa had figured out that Selena was Jason's true daughter, but she'd take this secret to her grave rather than let Selena inherit the wealth she felt entitled to, even if it meant being expelled from the Smith Villa.
As for Selena herself, she believed Lawrence had arranged everything tonight to eliminate Victor and Jason's daughter, unaware that she herself was Jason's biological child.
Everyone possessed different pieces of information, and communication between them was impossible.
In this web of misinformation, hatred flourished.
The scheme was flawless.
Lawrence remained on his knees for an hour until his men arrived with the new DNA test results, which showed no blood relation.
His mind went blank as if he'd been shot, staring at the paternity test in disbelief.
Jason had anticipated this outcome. He seemed to age a decade in an instant, his typically straight posture now hunched with defeat.
Lawrence suddenly felt uneasy, while Tessa desperately clutched his arm like a drowning woman grasping at straws.
"Lawrence, how could this happen? How can I not be a Smith? What will happen to me now? Am I going to be thrown out? Lawrence, please help me—I can't bear the thought of being destitute," she pleaded, then crawled toward Cora, clinging to her legs. "Mom, you've always loved me most. Please help me, I'm begging you! Was your love just pretense? Am I the only one who considered us family?"
Even a dog kept for twenty years would inspire some affection.
Cora placed her hand on Tessa's head, gently stroking it. "We won't cast you out, Tessa. You may not be a Smith by blood, but you're also a victim in this. Rest assured, you'll still have a place in the Smith family."
Lawrence added his reassurance, "Mom is right. No one will force you to leave."
His words were barely finished when something struck his forehead violently, making the bleeding worse.
Jason had hit him.
Lawrence didn't dare protest, accepting the blow in silence.
Jason's expression turned ice-cold. He snapped his fingers, and security guards immediately entered.
"Take Tessa away," he ordered.
Lawrence's pupils constricted in alarm. "Dad, Tessa has been part of the Smith family for so many years."
"Lawrence!" Jason exploded, slapping him hard enough to draw blood from his lip. "I've known she wasn't my daughter for years. I've been searching all this time, and tonight my real daughter was finally coming to meet me. And you—her brother—arranged those two car accidents that took her life! I never even got to see her face. Tessa knew my daughter was coming tonight and deliberately pushed you to go after her, and you complied. Your sister—your flesh and blood—was named Layla. She suffered her entire life and died on her way to meet us. If you weren't my son, I'd beat you to death right now, yet you still dare to defend Tessa!"
Lawrence froze, unable to process what he was hearing. "Dad, that's impossible. Tessa wouldn't..."
Another slap cut him off mid-sentence.
Jason snarled, "Even now, you defend an impostor who helped kill your own sister. Get out! From this moment on, you are no longer my son!"
Tessa, restrained by two guards, couldn't find words.
Layla? Who was Layla?
The Smith family's true daughter was Selena!
Damn it—had the person who died been this Layla? That imposter who once appeared with Raymond?
Raymond had been so high-profile that Tessa couldn't have missed it.
So Jason still didn't know that Selena was his daughter.
She would never volunteer that information. Even if it killed her, she'd never let Selena have a better life!
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