Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Chapter 410: 154: Claire woke up, cleansed, and left the house!

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At this moment, Claire thought she was hallucinating.

She stumbled back several steps, unsteady on her feet.

Her blood seemed to run in reverse.

How, how could this be!

Why does this child share a blood relationship with Benjamin Martin?

Could it be

Could it be that Benjamin Martin has really betrayed her?

Claire couldn’t bring herself to believe this truth.

No, she must calm down.

There must have been an error in the parent-child identification test!

Struggling to regain her composure, Claire went to the parent-child identification office, and asked, “Is there a Doctor Cooper here?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

Doctor Cooper seemed to be in his thirties, wearing glasses, looking refined and erudite.

Claire took out the parent-child identification report and asked, “Is it possible for this parent-child identification test to, to have errors?”

“Madam, rest assured, our report holds legal validity. After the test result comes out, it is reviewed twice, so there are absolutely no chances of error,” He paused, “Of course, if you have doubts about the result, you can also get another test done at a different institution.”

Hearing these words, Claire felt an even deeper despair.

She remembered Viola Thompson’s words.

“Between the two of you, one of you must’ve been using contraception.”

“The only person worth believing in this world is yourself.”

And also Benjamin Martin’s words.

“Claire, how about we adopt a child?”

“My mom named the child Alexander.”

“From now on, he would be our flesh and blood.”

Looking back now, the things Benjamin Martin said were ridiculously laughable.

He had been making a fool out of her.

He had had an illegitimate child with another woman and even brought it in front of her, to disgust her.

As she recalled all these incidents, Claire felt unsteady on her feet.

Her vision blurred and she fainted.

“Madam!”

Doctor Cooper immediately ran to support Claire.

With Doctor Cooper’s assistance, Claire managed to open her eyes.

Doctor Cooper asked her immediately, “Madam, are you alright?”

“I am fine,” Claire mustered the strength to stand, “I am fine.”

Doctor Cooper, seeing her unstable demeanor, was concerned and walked along with her, “Are you sure you’re alright, Madam? If you need any help, feel free to ask.”

Having worked in the identification department, he has seen many people like Claire who were unable to accept the results.

If his guess was correct, this report might be between her husband and his illegitimate child.

“I am really fine,” Claire turned to look at Doctor Cooper, forcing a weak smile.

Her face was deathly pale.

She had trusted Benjamin Martin so much.

But in the end

She turned out to be a laughingstock.

Doctor Cooper spoke again, “Madam, I may not know what you’re going through. But remember to keep your spirits high. Protect what is yours and don’t do anyone any favors.”

“Thank you.”

Claire, report in hand, wobbled out of the hospital.

The sun was shining brightly outside.

But it was blindingly harsh.

At that moment, Claire was lost.

She put her hand to her forehead.

She thought of many past incidents.

She remembered introducing Benjamin Martin to her friends for the first time.

Everyone had said then that she and Benjamin Martin were incompatible because they were simply not from the same world.

But Claire had never listened to her friends.

Because she believed that she and Benjamin Martin were genuinely in love.

Love was priceless.

Thinking now, she realized how laughably naïve she had been.

All for Benjamin Martin.

She had almost broken her relationship with her closest friend.

Regret.

She was full of regret.

Claire fell to the ground and wept loudly.

She couldn’t bear to face anyone now.

Especially not Cynthia Wilkins.

The passers-by pointed and murmured amongst themselves, very curious.

Just then.

Two figures appeared from across the street.

Cynthia Wilkins, dressed in a spring limited Chanel suit and holding Viola Thompson’s arm, looked ahead curiously, “Viola, what’s happening in front?”

Viola Thompson turned slightly and said, “I’m not sure.”

“Should we go over and see?” As an enthusiastic bystander, Cynthia Wilkins wouldn’t miss this excitement.

She immediately tugged at Viola Thompson’s arm and walked towards the commotion.

A crowd had encircled the crying woman on the ground.

The woman was sitting on the ground, hugging her knees with her head buried in her arms and her hair covering her face, making it impossible to see her tears.

Only her sad sobs were audible.

“What happened to her?”

“Did she get swindled?”

“Lady, do you need us to call the police for you?”