You Can Keep Him, Tramp Chapter 07
gnored Kyle and Chloe and walked straight to Dad’s bedside.
“Dad, the DNA results are back.”
Right in front of him, I tossed the report at Chloe and Kyle.
Chloe looked down at it. She already knew exactly what it would say, but she still put on a show of shock.
“No… This can’t be right!” She looked up at me, her face twisting with anger. “You rigged this, didn’t you? You paid someone at the lab to fake the results just to frame me!”
Kyle grabbed the report from her and scanned it. Then his face changed.
“This is fake. You set this whole thing up. You paid off the lab because you wanted to destroy me!””
He ripped the report to pieces and threw them at my feet.
“I’ve had enough!”
He jabbed a finger in my direction, his voice rising.
“What the hell do you want from me? You want me to beg? You want me to get on my knees? What do I have to do before you stop accusing me of this?”
His shouting was loud enough to draw people from the neighboring rooms to the doorway.
“We’ve been married for years! If I screwed up, then say what I did. But this?”
He gestured at the torn report scattered across the floor.
“You’re accusing me of something I didn’t do and dragging the kids into it!“”
Chloe immediately jumped in.
“Kyle’s right. Those results have to be fake! Emily, you’d really go this far just to keep the company for yourself? Frame your own husband and drag two kids through this over money?”
I watched them both without a trace of emotion.
“That lab is one of the most reputable testing centers in the city. Our relatives watched the samples being collected, the entire process was recorded, and the report is legally valid.”
Then I looked at Kyle.
“You want to know what you can do? Start by explaining the company money you and Chloe stole.”
Kyle went silent. He froze, his mouth still hanging open.
I pulled out the financial records I had compiled and spread them across the table beside Dad’s bed.
“Dad, these are the fake contracts Chloe created because she knew you trusted her. She padded project expenses and funneled company money into accounts she controlled. She also diverted several profitable projects to shell companies in her own name and treated the Rogers family’s money like her personal bank account.”
Dad’s face darkened with every page he read. By the time he reached the end, his hands were shaking with rage. He raised one trembling hand and slapped Chloe across the face.
“You ungrateful little snake! I must’ve been blind to ever treat you like family!”
chloe’s head snapped to the side.
For a second, she just stood there.
Then, whatever restraint she had left disappeared.
She spun back around and pointed at Dad.
“Oh, give me a break! You’re a senile old man who never even realized what was happening right under your nose!
“And you, Emily? You’ve already lost! Your husband chose me. Your kids chose me. And sooner or later, the company will be mine, too!
“So tell me, what exactly do you have left?”
Dad’s face went red, his breathing turning quick and strained. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but before he could get a word out, his eyes closed, and his body went slack.
The doctors and nurses waiting outside immediately rushed in and surrounded the bed.
Chloe didn’t look worried. If anything, she looked almost relieved.
“You really didn’t know, did you, Emily?” she said. “He already made a will. If he dies, everything goes to the kids. Every last dollar of the Rogers fortune. You’re too late.”
She had barely finished speaking when Dad’s eyes opened.
The doctors and nurses stepped away from the bed without a word, looking far too calm for people who had just watched a patient collapse.
The smile disappeared from Chloe’s face. She stared at Dad, her eyes widening.
“Wait… What? How are you awake?”
Dad stared at her coldly. “After everything I just learned, you really thought I’d still believe you over my own daughter?”
