filled with sympathy.
After all, what could be more tragic
than learning on your wedding day
that your bride’s child isn’t yours?
I quickly adjusted my expression,
forcing out a look of pain.
“Mom! How could you say such a thing?
Even a joke must have limits!”
Mrs. Lee frowned, scolding me:
“You’re not married to Sophia yet,
but I already see you as my son.
That’s why I’m telling you the truth.”
I raised my head and smiled coldly.
“So what you mean is,
I should thank you?”
Mrs. Lee froze in shock.
She never expected me, usually so mild-tempered,
to openly defy her.
She thought she could test my limits
and control me completely.
But my reaction was beyond her expectation.
Mrs. Lee immediately flew into a rage:
“David Miller! It’s your fault my daughter was hurt,
and you dare question me?”
I laughed bitterly on the spot.
Even though I had prepared for this,
her shamelessness still stunned me.
The guests around us were equally shocked.
They couldn’t believe a mother-in-law
would accuse her daughter’s groom
of not being the father—
and call it a joke.
But that was exactly the kind of woman Mrs. Lee was.
In my previous life,
I first met her three months into dating Sophia.
That day, at Sophia’s suggestion,