My Three Darlings by Anonymous

Chapter 245

Biological father? Joye’s facial features twisted for a moment. Then, the expression on her face

changed from irritation to surprise. “My biological father?” “Isn’t he dead?” Sergey was silent for a

moment. “We thought… he was dead.” “But not only did he not die, he’s also back here.” With a sigh,

Sergey looked up at Joye. “Please tidy up and go downstairs.” “After all, he is your father. He wanted to

see you as soon as he got back as he’s worried about you.” Joye nodded quickly. “I know!” After that,

she slammed the door shut. Outside the door, Sergey looked at the tightly closed door with a trace of

viciousness in his eyes. It was not that he did not know Joye’s true identity. Since he could do the DNA

test for the first time, he could also do it for the second time. However, since Eliza was disobedient, he

would find a girl who was really obedient to be the daughter of the Chapman family. Everything was

going smoothly.. As long as Joye listened to him and obediently married into the Benton family, he

could conspire with Elias from the LY Group and occupy all the assets of the Chapman family. D Elias

also wanted the Chapman family to go down, all he wanted was the Chapman family’s money. As long

as they worked together, they could take what they needed when the Chapman family collapsed. But

he didn’t expect that the Hamza, who was claimed to have died in a car accident, would actually come

back at this time. Not only did he not die, but he was also smarter and colder than before after so many

years. Sergey frowned. Since Hamza didn’t die, why didn’t he come back after so many years? Since

he hadn’t come back for so many years, why did he suddenly come back after what he and Elias

planned to do to the Chapman family? Who was behind this?

Joye changed into a beautiful pink dress. In order to leave a good impression on Hamza, she even put

on makeup to make him feel sorry for her. After more than half an hour, she finally opened the door and

smiled at Sergey. “Let’s go downstairs to see my father.” Seeing how adorable she dressed herself up,

Sergey sighed silently. “Miss Chapman.” He lowered his voice and said, “The person in charge of the

family has just returned. You have to be careful with your words and actions.” “If you do something that

makes the person in charge of the family suspect your identity…” “I won’t be able to protect you either.”

Joye felt slightly guilty. Subconsciously, she glanced at Sergey. Why did she feel that there was

something hidden in Sergey’s words as if he knew her true identity? No way… She was obviously good

at disguising herself.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at Sergey with a smile. “Don’t worry.” “I am Miss Chapman. He is my

father. Nothing will happen.” Soon, they went downstairs together. Three people were sitting in the

living room downstairs. On the far left was the elegant and arrogant woman in a red dress. On the far

right was a cold and reserved man in black. His side face was handsome and refined, and his

collarbone appeared sexy and attractive. His eyebrows were good-looking, his eyelashes long and

slender, and his lips perfectly curved… He was the kind of man who was so elegant and handsome

that people couldn’t forget at first glance. Between the two of them was a proud and cold middle-aged

man with his hair combed behind. Although the scene of the three sitting together was a little strange, it

was particularly pleasing to the eye. Joye’s heart slightly shook. If she was not mistaken, the

distinguished man in the middle should be the previous person in charge of the Chapman family,

Hamza. Sure enough, he was just like the rumors. He was noble and arrogant. Even though he was

already middle-aged, he was still graceful. “Dad!”

She was so excited that she lifted her dress and ran down quickly. Under Sawyer and Lyric’s shocked

gazes, the fake Miss Chapman threw herself into Hamza’s embrace and started to cry. “Dad! This is

great! Not only are you not dead, but you’re also back!” “I’m so happy!”

Hamza frowned imperceptibly. After a long while, he took a deep breath and said, “I have mysophobia.”

Joye, who was crying in his arms, paused slightly. What did that mean?

“What Hamza means is that he doesn’t want your tears, snot, and the foundation on your face to dirty

his suit.”

Next to Hamza, Lyric glanced at Joye lightly and sneered. “Otherwise, he may hate his biological

daughter because of his obsession with cleanliness.” Joye’s body suddenly stiffened. She hurriedly

came down from the Hamza. As expected. It was like what Lyric said. Her tears, snot, and foundation

were all rubbed against Hamza’s suit jacket. Hamza glanced at them in disgust. He took off his jacket

and threw it to Sawyer. Sawyer shrugged and threw the jacket into the trash can. Joye, “…” It was

difficult to be the daughter of the Chapman family. “You are Joye, right?” After a long while, Hamza

finally looked at her. “Sergey told me about the story of your being brought back.” “Since you are willing

to sacrifice your happiness for the Chapman family, I won’t stop you.” Then, he pointed at Sawyer.

“This is the son I adopted. His name is Sawyer.” “This is his sister and also another child I adopted. Her

name is Lyric.” “Since you’re my daughter, you can ask Sawyer for anything in the future.” Hamza

stood up and said, “I’m sorry to disturb you so late. I came here just to see what you look like.” * “It’s

getting late. You should go to bed early.” After that, he got up and left. Joye was stunned. … This

biological father of hers had only been here for a while, and he was about to leave before he even

spoke a single word to her? She bit her lip and tried to chase after him, but Sawyer stopped her. He

gave her a business card gracefully. “Joye, this is my contact information.” “Hamza just said that if you

need anything, you can tell me.” “Remember to contact me at any time.” After that, he lifted his leg and

left with the Hamza. Joye held the business card with dull eyes, subconsciously glancing at Lyric, who

was still at the back. Lyric smiled elegantly. “Don’t get me wrong. I can’t walk fast in my high heels.” “I

have nothing to say to you.” She yawned and glanced at Joye from head to toe with her phoenix eyes.

“I wish you a happy life being Miss Chapman.”

After that, she turned around and walked away. Joye turned to look at Sergey with a confused look.

“This.” Sergey narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction in which the Hamza left. His eyes were

deep.

Outside the Chapman residence. After getting into the car, Hamza sat in the back seat and sighed.

Sawyer sat in the passenger seat. “Are you not satisfied?” Hamza closed his eyes and leaned against

the seat, snorting coldly, “Sergey found such a girl to pretend to be my daughter?” Lyric sat in the

driver’s seat, brushed her hair, and started the car. “So Hamza, where are we going now?” “Go to

Beau’s place.” “I’d like to have a look at my own daughter.”