Chapter 468 Harrietta Was Really His Child

• The living room of the Fuller residence was steeped in an eerie silence, the atmosphere heavy and suffocating.
• Zachary sat on the single-seater couch, his head lowered. His long, thick eyelashes shielded his eyes, obscuring any hint of what he was thinking.
• Since yesterday, when Tamara had confronted him with the truth about Harrietta's origins, a nagging sense of foreboding had settled in Zachary's chest. Deep down, he knew that Harrietta was his daughter. The paternity test was nothing more than his need for certainty.