Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 821: Paternity Test...

As he spoke, Charles Moore gave Malcom Moore a hard smack, "You brat, not only did you lose my daughter-in-law, but you let me find out just now that I have such an adorable granddaughter!"

From Charles Moore’s words, Malcom Moore understood the whole story: Dad had a heart attack when he met the little angel, the little angel saved Dad, and Dad thought the little angel was his daughter!

Malcom Moore also hoped the little angel was his daughter, but...

"She’s not!" Malcom Moore spoke, looking at Charles Moore, and continued, "Dad, you’ve misunderstood, the little angel is not my daughter."

Charles Moore glared at Malcom Moore, unable to hold back his expletives, "Misunderstood, my ass, do you think I can’t recognize my own granddaughter?"

Malcom Moore: "..."

Forget it, let the old man have his misunderstanding.

Might as well, since the little angel will be his daughter in the future anyway!

"Hmph!" Charles Moore snorted and continued, "You little brat, explain to me why the little angel isn’t my granddaughter? She looks exactly like you did when you were little!"

Malcom Moore was stunned.

He had also thought the little angel looked a lot like him before, which made him doubt...

Malcom Moore looked at Charles Moore, unable to hide his excitement, "Dad, does the little angel really look like me?"

"No kidding!" Charles Moore glared at Malcom Moore, "Do you think I’ve gone senile and don’t remember what you looked like as a kid? Or do you think I would mistake her?"

Saying this, without waiting for Malcom Moore to respond, Charles Moore continued, "Come with me home, I’ll show you your childhood photos!"

Malcom Moore and Charles Moore left together to find Malcom Moore’s childhood photos.

After they left, a battered woman walked out of the park.

Watching Malcom Moore’s car disappear into the distance, the woman bitterly gritted her teeth, cursing venomously, "Bitch, bastard, you will all die miserably!"

The woman cursed under her breath, clenching her fists tightly.

She gripped so tightly that fresh blood began to drip from her hands, already covered in wounds.

Her face was filled with a menacing expression.

She seemed completely oblivious to the pain, only staring in the direction Malcom Moore had gone, her eyes, as poisonous as a snake, glinting with malice...

At the Morris family’s old mansion, Malcom Moore saw his childhood photos.

Just as Charles Moore said, the little angel indeed looked exactly like him as a child, except for the pair of brilliant eyes that she had inherited from Serena Sterling.

"Brat, do you believe it now?" Charles Moore looked at the stunned Malcom Moore, holding the photo, and firmly said, "The little angel is my granddaughter!"

Malcom Moore didn’t speak.

He stuffed the photo into his pants pocket and ran off.

Watching Malcom Moore run away, Charles Moore shouted, "Brat, talk it over properly with Luna, and don’t upset her!"

Bam! The sound of a door slamming echoed.

Watching Malcom Moore dash off, Charles Moore sighed heavily, "Ah, these two kids..."

Continuing, Charles Moore muttered to himself, "Luna, that girl, she must have had Malcom in her heart to have given birth to the little angel and come back to River City with her, right?"

"She probably just can’t get past the hurdle in her heart, that’s why she’s hiding the little angel’s parentage from Malcom, right?"

Thinking of what happened three years ago, Charles Moore was overwhelmed with guilt, "Elder Sterling, Victoria, it was my fault. When I go, I’ll apologize to you in person."

"The two kids clearly still love each other deeply, and they have such a beautiful, adorable child. You would hope they can reunite, right?"

After leaving the Morris family’s old mansion, Malcom Moore immediately went to find the little angel.

The little angel, coming out of kindergarten, saw Malcom Moore standing there and sweetly said, "Uncle, why are you here?"

Malcom Moore suppressed his inner excitement and said to the little angel, "Uncle is here to thank the little angel, because today, the little angel saved Uncle’s dad."

As he spoke, Malcom Moore lifted the little angel into his arms, looking at her with indulgent eyes and said, "Wait for uncle after school, uncle will come to pick you up."

While talking, Malcom Moore discreetly took a strand of hair from the little angel.

"Uncle, you don’t have to be polite, grandpa already thanked me," the little angel said seriously, looking at Malcom Moore.

"Grandpa is grandpa, and uncle has to thank the little angel too." As he talked with the little angel, Malcom Moore quietly slipped her hair into his pants pocket.

After doing all this, Malcom Moore put the little angel back on the ground, "Alright, sweetheart, go inside for your class, uncle is leaving now."

The little angel was a bit puzzled.

So, uncle asked her to come out just to say thank you.

The little angel had no idea that Malcom Moore couldn’t wait another moment and wanted to know immediately if the little angel was indeed his daughter.

After leaving the kindergarten, with the hair he took from the little angel, Malcom Moore immediately went to a paternity testing institution in River City.

Malcom Moore submitted his and the little angel’s hair to the testing personnel, demanding they conduct the test immediately and contact him as soon as they had the results.

After leaving the forensic institute, Malcom Moore anxiously waited, unaware that as he left, a veiled woman walked in...

Three days later, the testing agency called Malcom Moore, "Young Master Morris, the test results are ready. You can come pick them up anytime."

"Great, I’ll be right over!" Malcom Moore said nervously, ending the meeting and rushing to the forensic institute.

After receiving the results, staring at the brown envelope, Malcom Moore couldn’t summon the courage to open it.

He was afraid, afraid of being disappointed again.

Malcom Moore lit a cigarette, taking puff after puff...

When the cigarette was nearly burned out, Malcom Moore cruelly tossed it to the ground, extinguishing it, "What’s there to be afraid of, whether she is or isn’t, the little angel is still my daughter!"

With that, Malcom Moore’s hand touched the seal.

His hands trembling, he nervously unwound the seal, and drew out the paper inside.

After three days of tension and expectancy, Malcom Moore finally read the test results: The DNA paternity test showed no match between him and the little angel, they were not father and daughter!

Seeing the result, Malcom Moore laughed, a bitter laugh.

Ha ha!

He had certainly hoped in vain!

No matter how closely the little angel resembled him, she was ultimately not his daughter!