Falling for My Contractual Wife

"Justin, I need to talk to you," Grace said, pulling him to the end of the hallway with determination.

Justin glanced at her, knowing that she was just afraid that he would say something she did not want to hear, so she deliberately brought him here.

Amused, Justin asked, "What's the matter? What do you have to say to me?"

Grace actually had nothing to say to him. She smiled awkwardly under Justin's gaze, feeling a pang of embarrassment.

She gathered her thoughts before speaking. "Remember when I asked you about blood types yesterday? It's actually about me."

Justin's expression turned serious.

Grace continued, "I found out I have A-type blood. I might not be my parents' biological daughter. Or perhaps, my father isn't who I thought he was, and neither is my mother." Justin frowned. "What do you plan to do about it?"

Grace reached into her bag and produced two hairs. "I'm going to talk to my dad. That would be great if he's willing to tell me the truth, but if not, I'll have to find out on my own." Justin nodded in support. "That sounds like a plan."

Just then, Daisy came over. Grace quickly gathered the hairs in her hand.

"What were you two talking about? Finished already? Let Dr. Vance come in and sit down when you're finished," Daisy said.

"Dr. Vance mentioned he had a meeting this afternoon," Grace replied calmly.

Daisy didn't believe it. She looked at Justin with a smile. "Oh, really? Dr. Vance?"

Justin glanced at Grace, opting not to make things difficult for her, so he nodded and cooperated. "Yes, I should get going then."

"Alright, I'll let Grace make a call to you tonight," Daisy said as Justin left.

"Okay, goodbye." Justin took a deep look at Grace. "I'm leaving now."

Back in the ward, Grace deliberately said to

go

osy, "Mom, why don't you

hemmey,

and make lunch? I'll stay

and keep Dad company."

Daisy yawned, tiredly. "Okay, tell your brother to pick up the food later. I'll go back and have a rest."

Once Daisy and Carson had left, Frederick started to wake up.From NôvelDrama.Org.

His spirits seemed lifted, and he attempted to sit up. Grace adjusted the head of the hospital bed to help him get comfortable.

Looking at the baby in the stroller, Frederick inquired about the child.

Grace provided a brief explanation before changing the subject. "Dad, am I your biological daughter?"

Frederick's brow furrowed and his gaze flickered slightly. "Why do you ask? You're my daughter, of course."

Grace looked at him with a grave expression. Was he planning to deceive her as well?

Grace then continued to ask, "Then why do I have A-type blood when you all have B-type blood?"

Frederick froze.

Grace could tell from his expression that he was hiding something too. "I wasn't born to Daisy, was I? Did you have me before you married her. was your child from another woman, and that's why she didn't treat me well growing up, right?"

Frederick furrowed his brow as if struggling to find the words.

"I was right, wasn't I? So who is my mother, and where is she now?" Grace pressed on.

Frederick murmured, "She's dead."

Grace didn't believe that. Given

Daisy's nature, if she were

Frederick's child from another woman, Daisy would have likely confronted Frederick about it more often, rather than consistently avoiding the issue whenever it was brought up.

In fact, Grace already had a suspicion that neither Frederick nor Daisy were her real parents.

She was simply clinging to a glimmer of hope, wanting to hear the truth from Frederick.