Chapter 178 Should he hate me? Part1

Knowing the results now, I took another look at Michael.

His skin was dark, and he was muscular, indeed bearing the traits of a Black man in Singapore.

Perhaps due to living in Singapore for so long, adopting the local lifestyle and diet, he had grown even more robust than me.

After all, he was the product of Laura and me, so it made sense he didn't look exactly like me.

They say a son inherits his father's genes, but Michael's muscular build, his height, and his impressive genitalia... they didn't resemble me at all.

Maybe it was the different environments we grew up in.

My father passed away early, and I had to fend for myself, often skipping meals, which meant I never developed physically as he did.

If it weren't for that DNA report, I would never believe Michael was my son.

Before I opened that DNA report, I was skeptical.

If the results had shown Michael wasn't my son, I would've suspected Luna of tampering with the results.