Love on the Fast Track

Chapter 1161:

“If she’s part of the Wilson family, then who am I?”

All eyes turned toward the source of the voice—a stunning woman standing beside Sean. She held her head high, her gaze filled with contempt as she stared them down, daring them to respond to her challenge.

Coen sneered. “Wilson just happens to be your surname. Do you really think that makes you a part of the Wilson family? Keep dreaming!”

“Exactly! You’re completely delusional!”

“This is hilarious. Do you assume that sharing the name Wilson means you’re a part of their family? My surname is Morris, yet I have no connection to the Morris clan.”

“My last name is Alvarado, but I’m certainly not from the Alvarado family either!”

The murmurs reached Norah’s ears, yet she remained calm, her eyes fixed on Iker, who was on stage.noveldrama

Iker and Hank understood the situation. As expected, this was the moment Norah made her move.

With a furrowed brow, Iker addressed her. “Miss Wilson, today is my celebration. I’d appreciate it if you could refrain from causing a scene.”

“Uncle, you didn’t say that when you called me your niece,” Norah retorted, placing special emphasis on the word “uncle” so that everyone could hear it.

Marlene’s face flushed with anger, and she said through gritted teeth, “Miss Wilson, stop trying to cozy up to my uncle like this. I am the true daughter of the Wilsons, and Mr. Wilson is my uncle!”

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While she might not know who the real Miss Wilson was, she was certain it wasn’t the woman in front of her. How on earth could Norah ever deserve that title?

Norah’s smile was subtle yet regal, exuding confidence.

“Cozying up? Well, you just claim to be the Wilson family’s daughter. Where’s the proof? I have the DNA test results of you and your family here.”

At that moment, Frank stepped forward, handing the report to Norah, who tossed it in front of Marlene.

“Now, care to explain your link to the Harrison family?”

The next second, a shrill voice filled the room from the doorway. “Marlene! How dare you turn your back on your own blood! I am your mother! I gave birth to you, so how could you ever be a Wilson? Are you ashamed of us because we are poor? You ungrateful girl! We toiled hard to pay your school fees, and this is how you repay us?! Come with me this instant and stop making a fool of yourself here!”

A middle-aged woman in worn-out clothing stood at the door, pointing at Marlene and yelling. Her words made many guests uncomfortable.

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