Chapter 1455 - 1457: I Want to See Whether She Is Really My Child

"Is this the little miss?"

Mrs. Shannon nodded, "This is Lincoln and Fennie’s daughter."

"That’s wonderful!" Charlie River was so excited he lost his composure, "The Young Master will be thrilled!"

Mrs. Shannon carefully wiped the milk stains from Christina’s mouth, "How is Lincoln now?"

"The doctor just gave the Young Master a fluid transfusion to relieve the pain, he has already slept," Charlie River replied truthfully.

James Shannon contemplated for a moment, then said, "When Lincoln wakes up, let him see the child."

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The next day, in the morning.

Thomas Shannon opened his eyes. He sat up, his head throbbing faintly, his whole body weak and powerless, with pain radiating throughout as he breathed.

He glanced around the room, finding no one.

He closed his eyes, letting out a painful low growl, "Someone come!"

Outside the door, hearing the noise, Charlie River pushed the door open and entered, "Young Master, you woke up?"

Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes were sharp, "Where’s the medicine?"

The pain intensified day by day, and he could only take the medicine prescribed by the doctor to temporarily stop the pain caused by the virus.

The medicine had side effects; long-term use could affect eyesight, and in severe cases, lead to blindness.

As long as the doctor hadn’t developed antibodies against the virus, and hadn’t cured him, his situation worsened each day, growing more painful day by day.

Enduring torture worse than death.

Tormented to an unrecognizable state by the illness, nowadays he wore loose striped patient clothes, his handsome face already gaunt, a pair of cold eyes bloodshot and filled with hostility.

The world’s latest virus had already ravaged the Southern Region of Country E, claiming many lives.

And this virus had successfully destroyed him too.

Charlie River’s heart was filled with fear, yet he still calmly asked, "Young Master, do you still feel pain all over now?"

"Charlie, River!"

"Young Master, please answer me because I need to determine if you still have the energy to hold the little miss."

Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes emitted a gloomy and oppressive hostility, "Don’t make me repeat myself!"

Charlie River turned and slipped out, behind him came a big noise.

Thomas Shannon’s destructiveness was undeniable.

Mrs. Shannon cautiously walked into the room holding Christina, only to see the mess on the ground; upon seeing Mrs. Shannon, Thomas Shannon visibly restrained himself, "Mother."

"Lincoln, see who this is?"

Mrs. Shannon came in front of him, carrying Christina.

Thomas Shannon glanced coldly at the little fellow swaddled, snorting, "Whose child?"

"Yours," Mrs. Shannon replied softly, turning her head to have Charlie River clean up the mess on the ground.

"Yes, Madam."

Charlie River called in a servant, and they quickly cleaned up the mess on the ground.

Thomas Shannon sat on the bed, expressionless, "Mother, this joke isn’t funny at all."

After speaking, the little fellow was placed into his embrace.

Thomas Shannon’s body stiffened, his gaze rigidly fixed on Mrs. Shannon, she softly urged, "What are you waiting for, hold her."

"Mother!" He gritted his teeth, growling.

Mrs. Shannon remained firm, leaving Thomas Shannon with no choice but to raise his hands and hold the little fellow.

"Look, doesn’t she resemble Fennie, like a mold printed?"

Thomas Shannon snorted coldly, Mrs. Shannon patted his shoulder, "Lincoln, take good care of the little baby, alright?"

After speaking, Mrs. Shannon left.

Thomas Shannon held Christina, unable to decide whether to toss or keep holding her.

A pair of cold eyes dyed with murderous intent stared at Charlie River, who fearfully stepped back.

Thomas Shannon got out of bed and kicked him, "Get out."

The doctor was urgently summoned, arriving in less than one minute in front of Thomas Shannon.

"Young Master, what’s wrong?"

"Draw blood, I want to see whether she truly is my child." Thomas Shannon grabbed one of Christina’s tiny hands and held it out.

The doctor intended to say that hair could also be used for a DNA test, but under the Young Master’s murderous gaze, the doctor faltered.

Taking the needle tip, he approached the little fellow’s finger to draw blood.

At the moment the needle tip was about to touch the little finger, the little fellow opened her eyes, tearful eyes looking at Thomas Shannon.