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What Mr. Fu didn't expect, and even the doctor didn't, was that before the liver compatibility test, with just a blood type check, a thunderclap exploded in his mind.

"AB!? AB!? Are you kidding me?!"

The old man, already weak and sick, almost had a stroke on the spot. His fingers clenched the report so hard it crumpled.

He was type O.

That woman, she was type A.

So how the hell did she give birth to a child with AB blood?!

That bitch!

No wonder this son had never looked like him!

He should've known. He should've known!

It hadn't even been that long since someone sent him those scandalous photos, his lover rolling around with the fitness coach. He'd brushed it off, but now? 

Maybe it wasn't the first time.

Back then, he believed she was still a sweet, obedient girl. He'd seen those photos and still didn't question this child's paternity. He hadn't verified anything.

Now he regretted everything.