He hurriedly came over to support me, personally went to get the medicine for me, and listened carefully to the doctor's instructions, portraying the image of a good father to the fullest.
I sneered, but there were tears in my eyes. "Dad, Rhianna has never believed I am your daughter. Since we are at the hospital today, let's do a paternity test first."
Silas couldn't ask for more and eagerly agreed.
However, he hesitated momentarily when he was about to take a step forward. "Ella, let's go back and do the paternity test."
I nodded, "I'll listen to you."
When I just got home, Silas went to park the car, and the doctor, Frank Lemmon, was already waiting at the door.
I pretended to be understanding and said, "Mr. Lemmon, my dad won't be able to come out for a while. Shall I go get his toothbrush for you?'
Frank glanced in the direction Silas had left and nodded.
The results came out quickly.
"Silas Fann and Ella Lemmon definitely have a parent-child relationship: it conforms to the laws of inheritance, with a probability greater than 0.9999."
When Rhianna saw the test results, her face darkened.
I knew why. It was because she hadn't had a chance to tamper with it yet.