My husband, Evan Morrison, was killed in an accident. The bimbo mistress, Tracy Lewis, showed up with her illegitimate son, demanding to inherit the estate.

I asked, "But he's turned to ash. How can you prove their blood relation?"

Evan's brother, James Morrison, volunteered. "I can take the paternity test for Evan instead."

I laughed, "I'm just waiting for you to walk right into the trap."

1

Evan had an accident, and by the time I got there, he was already cold.

The accident was determined to be a drunk driving case, as his blood alcohol content was over 300 ML.

Looking at the test report of the accident identification, I wished I could kill Evan's ghost again.

My son, Joshua Morrison, was preparing for the military academy he'd been dreaming of. However, according to our national laws, those whose family members involved in drunk driving are not eligible to apply.

His dream was now completely shattered.

The victim was still lying in the ICU, alive or dead, unknown.

Suddenly, Evan's phone rang.

"Hello, is this Evan Morrison? Can you tell me where you are right now?"

"Hi, this is his wife. He's already dead."

"Oh my! Dead? W.. How did he die?"

The girl was clearly unprepared for such a situation, and her words were a bit stumbling.

"Car accident."

"Ah, what should we do?"

"Do you need anything?" I asked.

"We have found that Mr. Morrison's company is involved in tax evasion. We need him to cooperate with the investigation."

I immediately felt that something bad was going to happen. He brought trouble to Joshua, and now he wanted to drag me down, too.

Soon after, his body was reduced to ashes.

I told Evan's parents and relatives that there was trouble with his company, so there was no need to come to the funeral.

Joshua was away at school, and I was planning to wait until he came back over the weekend to tell him so as not to affect his studies.

On the weekend, just as I picked up Joshua from home, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to see a strange woman holding a child who was almost one year old.

She held up the child and said, "I'm Tracy Lewis. This is Evan's son. We've come to inherit the estate."

Looking at the woman in her twenties, I said, "Wrong door!" And then I slammed the door shut.

"Open the door. Let me in. I have a share of this house, too, so why won't you let me in?" Tracy shouted.

I made a call to security, and soon, they threw Tracy out.

After closing the door, my heart couldn't settle for a long time.

Joshua had tear stains on his face, still not having recovered from the shock.

He stared at me blankly, and I was a bit confused, thinking, "Evan, you left me a surprise package of an illegitimate son after you died. How considerate you are!"

The next day, as soon as I arrived at the company, I heard someone clamoring.

"Since he's your boss's son, I am the lady of this company. If you throw me out, I'll fire all of you."

Tracy sat in Evan's office with the child while the operations manager standing by was red with anger.

Seeing me come in, he breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at Tracy with his finger, gesturing to me, "She's got problems with her head."

Before leaving, he even kindly closed the door for me.

Tracy, with an air of being in charge, as if the company was already hers, instructed, "My son and I have come to inherit the company. This office will be mine from now on. Also, arrange a car and a driver for us to chauffeur us around."

I profoundly felt that the operations manager's gesture was right. She did indeed have issues with her head.

I thought, "A mistress like her, with an illegitimate child, dare to challenge me, the legal wife.

How could she have such courage?

If I don't give her a taste of my skill, it will be too easy for the mastermind lurking behind the scenes."

Looking at the arrogant Tracy, I asked, "You claim this child is my husband's offspring. How can you prove it?"

"Evan signed his birth certificate."

"But that doesn't prove he is Evan's son." I sat down opposite her.

"Then we'll do a paternity test," she shouted.

"Evan's already turned to ash, how can you do a test?"

"Aren't your son still here?"

"Your idea is good, but I refuse. You can leave," I said coldly.

"You don't have the right to refuse. He is Evan's son. After Evan died, we have the right to inherit the estate," Tracy declared.

I cursed inwardly at the law that gave illegitimate children equal inheritance rights.

"Evelyn, what's going on?" James suddenly burst in through the door.

"Are you Evan's brother? This is your brother's son," Tracy said as she stood up and placed the child in James' arms.

James, after some initial reluctance, ended up holding the child.

I watched with cold eyes but was actually pondering, "Who came up with this idea? Was it Carl, Carl Morrison's idea?

Tracy and James clearly knew each other.

This company belongs to Carl.

In previous years, due to poor health, Carl had completely handed over the business to Evan to manage.

Carl moved back to recover.

However, I've always held the power of financial decision-making at home. So, how did Evan get the money to support another woman?"

James' words interrupted my thoughts. "Evelyn, maybe I can take Evan's place for the paternity test? The Morrison descendants shouldn't be left adrift."

"How could you?" I pretended to be heartbroken as I looked at him.

"I understand that Evan's death and this unpleasant matter are very sad for you, but if he really is Evan's child..."

"You want to help Evan acknowledge a son? What? Did Evan dream to you that he had an illegitimate son? Or did you already know about this and keep it from me?" I questioned.

"No, how could that be? I was away on a business trip for seven days. How would I know what happened?"

"You want to help Tracy without knowing the specific situation? Moreover, Evan was driving your car when the incident happened. Can you tell me why he chose your car, especially since he had a personal driver available, and moreover, while he was drunk?" I questioned.

"How would I know? That day, there was a problem with the materials at the Gulas City branch office, and Evan asked me to have a check, so I left the car at the company. I really don't know why," James replied, somewhat guilty.

"Maybe he didn't want to bring a driver because he wanted to meet his mistress."

Saying this, he placed the child back in Tracy's arms and asked, "Is he really Evan's son?"

"Of course, Evan promised me a reward of 10 million if I gave birth to a son, but he only gave me 2 million. Today, I'll take the remaining 8 million," Tracy said proudly as she hugged the child.

James' eyes lit up. "Did Evan really say that?"

"Of course, I have evidence," she said as she took out the chat record.

"Evelyn, look, Evan really said this. This child must be my brother's," James said as he held the phone up to my face.

I swatted it away. "If it's his words, then ask him for the money. Just in case you don't know the address, he's at Peacehill Cemetery, row 8, number 18. Go ahead! Don't bother me. I won't help him raise his illegitimate son."

Saying this, I stood up and was about to walk out when James grabbed me.

"Evelyn, these assets also belong to my brother. He can use his own property!"

"Is that so? Do your parents think the same? Do you still have a conscience towards me?" I pretended to be angry.

"But the child is innocent!" James looked pitiful.

"Are you determined to make me acknowledge this child?" I asked James seriously.

At the same time, however, I was secretly pleased thinking, "You brought this upon yourself. Don't blame me for being heartless. It's all because you were greedy."

"Evelyn, don't say such hurtful words. I'm just afraid that he would suffer if left outside," James said awkwardly, smiling.

"Fine, you can go for the test. Henry is here. He is one of the company shareholders, so he can be a witness. You have no objection, right? After all, these days, paternity test reports are not so reliable."

"I have no objection. I'll do whatever you say," James replied, although he didn't understand why I wanted a witness, but seeing me agree, he quickly agreed.

Two hours later, we arrived at the testing center together for the sample collection, and we could get the report in ten days.

After leaving the testing center, Tracy still wanted to sit in my car with the child, but James stopped her.

I thought, "In ten days, you'll have a hard time,"

"How is that possible? Are you sure you're not mistaken? How could he and I have no biological relationship at all?" James yelled at the report in disbelief.

"It's accurate. The samples sent for testing show no genetic link at all!" The doctor at the lab confirmed.

"I knew Evan would never cheat, let alone have an illegitimate child. James, with the report out now, do you still believe her? Her child is clearly a bastard. She's just trying to scam money. You're too naive and easy to deceive!" I fibbed, thinking, "Here comes the good show."

"Henry, you witnessed James taking a sample from that child. How could there be any mistake?"

"Yes!" Henry's complexion didn't look right. He gave me a perfunctory answer and then made an excuse to walk out to make a phone call.

"You must have bribed the tester! He is Evan's son!" Tracy, holding the child, started making a scene.

"Madam, we would never engage in misconduct. Please do not slander us!" The tester immediately denied it.

"I don't care. This report is fake. Evan said he would reward me with 10 million, and you're his wife, so you have to pay."

The onlookers started to gossip.

I explained the whole story to them.

One woman cursed, "She's really despicable, not only seducing a married man but also daring to ask his wife for money. Does she think having a child is the master key to everything? Pah, so shameless."

"Yeah, that mistress is nauseating. That lady is really pitiful," a young woman whose husband suspected her of cheating said.

"That child definitely isn't the husband's bloodline. The lab report made it very clear," her husband said.

"So, do you also doubt whether our son is a bastard?" the woman coldly asked.

The couple were about to argue.

Tracy, with a flushed face, cursed, "What does it have to do with you?"

Suddenly, someone said, "Maybe they're not even brothers!"

The words came at just the right time, but I couldn't agree with them.

So, I could only explain, "They are brothers, just not by the same mother."

"That makes more sense!" Someone commented.

I pretended to be angry. "No way, don't talk nonsense. Carl divorced his first wife for my husband's half-brother back in the day."

"But the paternity test results can't lie!" Everyone agreed around me.

Soon, the onlookers split into two groups: one believed the child was not Evan's, and the other thought James and Evan were not brothers.

They were eager for me to share my opinion.

"I believe this child is not a descendant of Evan. James, right?"

James thought of something and nodded vigorously upon hearing my words, indicating that Tracy had tricked him.

Tracy couldn't accept this outcome.

The criticism from the onlookers had already angered her.

If she couldn't achieve her plan, then all her efforts would be in vain.

So she shoved the child into James' arms and ran off, almost bumping into Henry, who was coming in after finishing a call.

James, holding the child, looked at Henry and me, visibly panicked.

I sneered inwardly, "Already panicked? There's an even bigger surprise waiting for you later."