My Perfect Marriage Was His Perfect Crime novel Chapter 62

Then came the sound of the doctor's voice.

"Ms. Summer, our surveillance just showed that Mr. Jordan switched your eggs with Tiffany's."

"We've swapped them back, and we've replaced Mr. Jordan's sperm with a high-quality donor."

The recording exploded like a bombshell, sending shockwaves through the room.

"Wow! This is way beyond what we expected! The Phoenix man tried to pull a fast one, but Summer was already prepared!"

"This is the true power move! I'm impressed!"

"Am I the only one curious about who the real father of Summer's genius is?"

The reporters rushed to ask questions.

"Summer, what was going through your mind when you swapped the eggs back?"

"Why did you endure eighteen years of betrayal from your partner?"

"Who is the biological father of Patrick? Had you two already met in private?"

Peter Jordan seemed to have just realized what was happening. His face flushed with rage as he stepped forward, raising his hand to strike me.

"You bitch!"

"Dare you accuse me of cheating?!"

His hand was instantly stopped by Patrick, who held it firmly, making sure Peter couldn't move.

"Get this straight. It was you who cheated and tried to hurt my mom. My mom just turned the tables on your scheme."

Patrick's face was a mixture of disgust, resentment, and a subtle hint of indignation on my behalf.

Peter Jordan struggled, "Little bastard! Let go of me!"

I stretched my right hand forward.

With a loud slap, I struck Peter Jordan's face.

He turned his head sharply from the force of the blow.

I rubbed my stinging palm and sneered. "Who are you calling a bastard?"

"Peter, you've been high and mighty for eighteen years, but do you really think you're invincible?"

For these eighteen years, Peter Jordan had been the successful general manager of a publicly listed company.

He had customers and employees fawning over him, and behind closed doors, Tiffany followed his every command.

The sense of being adored and respected had intoxicated him to the point where he gradually stopped respecting me—

going from humble beginnings to treating me with indifference, and now, feeling entitled to boss me around.

"Second, I don't know who Patrick's biological father is. The hospital keeps the information about donors confidential.

But given how exceptional my son is, I'm sure his biological father is an equally remarkable man."

"Finally, thank you all for coming. I apologize for airing our family's dirty laundry."

The reporters nodded in agreement, promising not to slander me or the Morgan family in their reports. They were eager to see what the future would bring under Patrick's leadership.

The live stream was divided into two camps.

Some criticized Peter and Tiffany's shameless behavior, even suggesting I call the police and have them thrown in jail.

Others cheered, relieved that this pair of scoundrels hadn't gotten away with their scheme.

Peter and Tiffany were hit hard by online backlash.

Their inboxes were flooded with threats, and they received countless harassing phone calls. They were even pelted with eggs and fruit peels on the street.

Netizens flocked to the Morgan family's official accounts, demanding Peter and Tiffany be fired.

The next morning, I woke up naturally.

The butler informed me that Peter had been waiting at the door for two hours, insisting on seeing me. He said if he couldn't meet me, he'd stay there all day.

I had the butler let him in.