My Daughter Was Swapped For His Bastard Son
Language: en
I donated blood, pro bono, for a sick little girl. The doctor, a woman with tired eyes, glanced from the girl to me and murmured, “You two look so much alike.” On an absurd impulse, I plucked a single strand of hair from the girl's head and sent it off for a DNA test. The results confirmed it. She was my biological daughter. But I had only given birth once, fifteen years ago. So then, whose son was the boy I had raised for over a decade?