Bullied and Dumped, But She Won in the End (Adriana) novel Chapter 122

**Chapter 122: Chaos and Proof**

Darren turned to Harold with a smile that was both reassuring and pleading. “Mr. Harold, don’t you think you should be a bit more concerned? What if she really is pregnant? With her already suffering from low blood sugar, taking blood could potentially harm your great-grandchild. It’s merely a blood test; can’t it wait until tomorrow? Let her rest today, just for today?”

Harold’s eyes narrowed as he shot a frosty glare at Adriana. “Enough of this charade. It’s just a blood test, not some life-threatening procedure.”

Nicole, unable to contain her frustration, stomped her foot on the ground. “Mr. Harold, she’s totally faking it! I saw her with my own eyes!”

“Mr. Harold,” Darren continued, his voice taking on a more dramatic tone, “we’re discussing your great-grandchild here. I personally don’t have a stake in this, but I’ve heard that severe hypoglycemia can be deadly—especially for women who are pregnant.”

By this point, a crowd had formed around them, drawn in by the escalating tension. Darren’s assistant, seizing the moment, raised his voice intentionally. “What kind of man forces his pregnant granddaughter-in-law to undergo a blood draw? Is this family always so heartless?”

With that, he slipped away into the throng of onlookers, leaving behind a ripple of murmurs. “Hey, old man, granddaughter-in-law? Who treats family like that?”

“Some people don’t even treat their daughters-in-law like they’re human!”

Harold’s expression darkened further, a storm brewing in his chest. He had always taken pride in his reputation, and to be publicly criticized was an unbearable weight. He sank back into his wheelchair, feeling the sting of humiliation wash over him.

He couldn’t endure the whispers and judgment. For now, he had to swallow his pride. “I’m not leaving Haldoria. You may have evaded me today, but mark my words, tomorrow will be different.” Harold snorted defiantly and ordered his assistant to wheel him away, his indignation palpable.

Nicole, her anger boiling over, stomped her foot again. “Adriana, just you wait! I’ll see how long you can keep this act up!”

Meanwhile, in a hotel room nestled in Hillcrest City, Curtis stepped out, his brow furrowed as he confronted Kenneth. “Did the Bartons redo the paternity tests?”

“Yes, Mr. Jeremy had three tests conducted. All of them confirm that Nicole is indeed his biological granddaughter,” Kenneth replied with a weary sigh.

It seemed they had finally pinpointed the right person in this convoluted mess.

Curtis let out a cold, humorless laugh. “Three tests prove nothing. If anything, they merely indicate that Chandler and Danielle have already seized control over the entire Barton family.”

Nicole, in his eyes, was nothing more than a pawn—always obediently following Danielle’s orders. There was no way she could be the true granddaughter. “I’ll remain in Hillcrest City. You head back to Haldoria, grab a few strands of Nicole’s hair, and take them to Harborton. Have a private lab conduct a DNA test with Mr. Jeremy’s sample. Keep it under wraps. Make sure he doesn’t breathe a word to anyone—not even his assistant or housekeeper.”

Kenneth nodded, understanding the gravity of the task. “Understood.”

So Harold wanted him to marry Nicole? Then he would be the one to expose her false identity.

“Curtis,” Darren’s voice rang out over the phone, a teasing lilt in his tone. “Adriana actually does have low blood sugar!”

“Enough with the jokes. Put her on the phone,” Curtis said, exhaling a weary sigh.

Darren handed the phone to Adriana, a grin spreading across his face.

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