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I raised my head and looked at Carroll in a daze. Smarter than me, Carroll would find the answer sooner than me. The Smith family didn't do a paternity test for no reason, did they? To Madonna, neither Odette nor I was her child. Therefore, who was the real Miss Odette didn't bother her at all. Carroll and I looked at each other, and I saw the same confusion in his eyes. He had no answer, did he? Both Carroll and I were like two wounded beasts. We snuggled up together, licked our broken hearts, and healed each other. I was dying for the answer. Even so, I didn't want to bring trouble to Carroll. Carroll quickly took my hand. "Your waist still hurts, so take a good rest in bed. It is getting late. Have an early night." "Alright." I didn't pursue the question because I didn't want to make things difficult for Carroll. After a shower, I went back to bed. Recently, Carroll was quite busy. His work, such as those international meetings, made him stay up till the latter part of the night. Th