Chapter 203

"Is she really my daughter, being this dumb?" Alston's already dark gaze grew even more ominous with these words. He glared at Gladys and asked the doctor in a menacing tone, "Do you think someone this stupid could be my daughter?" The doctor, unaware of Alston’s underlying sarcasm, chuckled. "Mr. Faber, Miss Gladys looks exactly like you. Even people who don't know you would instantly recognize you as father and daughter." Alston felt a wave of discomfort. He had heard many times that Gladys resembled him, but he couldn't recall any connection with Cecilia that would result in a daughter. He suddenly remembered the hair sample he had taken from Gladys at the hospital. Reaching instinctively into his pants pocket, he realized that his clothes had been changed at Caleb's house, and the collection bag was likely in his old trousers. He couldn't face asking Caleb for it, knowing Caleb would mock him endlessly if he found out it contained Gladys’s hair. Alston’s knuckles tightened as he gl