Dressed As Sister, Accused Of Abandoning Kid Chapter 1

It was my first month standing in for my sister at university when a strange man burst into the classroom, cradling a baby.

Under the gaze of the entire class, he thrust the wailing infant into my arms.

“This is your child, and you will take responsibility!”

I was utterly bewildered. When had my sister even gotten a boyfriend?

He spoke with an air of absolute entitlement, giving me his demands. “Seraphina Amick, if you don’t want me to make a huge scene, you’ll agree to three conditions.”

“One, pay twenty thousand a month in child support until the child turns eighteen.

Two, immediately transfer two villas to the child, fulfilling your duty as a mother.

Three, if you don’t want to marry me, you’ll provide the dowry for my next wife, to give the child a complete family.”

The whole class erupted in gasps, and I, looking down at the tiny infant in my arms, grew even more confused.

My sister’s child?

But she had a congenital heart condition and was currently hospitalized, unable to conceive.

So, did he mean I was the mother of the child he spoke of?

But I was a man, for crying out loud!

The man continued to rant, accusing me as if I truly were an irresponsible mother. Faced with such baseless accusations, I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh, raising my voice to challenge him. “You say this is my child, but where’s the proof?”

“Are you just going to slander someone’s reputation with empty words? Who knows where you picked up this child!”

The man, instead of flinching at my challenge, smirked, as if he'd anticipated this very response. He slowly pulled out a neatly folded paper from his pocket, unfolding it before me for everyone to see.

“I knew you’d try to deny it, so open your eyes and see! This paternity test report, in black and white, clearly states that you, Seraphina Amick, are the biological mother of this child!”

“The date? Just yesterday afternoon, fresh off the press!”

He waved the report, his voice rising a few decibels. “I prepared for this. I specifically asked your roommate to get some of your hair and personally took it for the test.”

“Now, with witnesses and evidence, you must take responsibility for this child!”

My roommate?

A flash of memory crossed my mind: a few days ago, Tinsley Evans had been unusually eager to get close to me. She'd either claimed I had leaves in my hair or offered to braid it. At the time, I'd tried to keep my distance due to the gender difference. Now it seemed she was after my hair for evidence.

But the crucial point was, I was wearing a wig to impersonate my sister!

How could a paternity test done with a wig show a blood relation? Did they think I was an idiot?

I looked at the supposed ironclad evidence in his hand, a cold sneer twisting my lips, my eyes filled with scorn. “Paternity test? I have a blood relation with this child?”

“Let me tell you, your so-called paternity test is completely fake!”

The man’s face changed. “Fake? How can you say it’s fake? It has the hospital’s official stamp! You just don’t want to acknowledge this child!”

I met his gaze head-on, unyielding, and challenged him. “You’re trying to frame me with some hair from who-knows-where and a flimsy piece of paper?”

“If you truly believe this child is mine, then come with me to a reputable hospital right now and get another paternity test. Do you dare?”

The man’s eyes flickered, clearly losing some of his confidence, but he still stubbornly retorted, “Your family, the Amicks, are powerful and wealthy. Who knows if you’ve bribed the hospital? Getting a fake test report is just a word for you!”

Then, he changed tack, attempting to play on the emotions of the onlookers, his voice choked with feigned emotion. “I know, when you dated me, you just wanted to have some fun. You always looked down on me, thinking I was just a poor kid, not worthy of you, the Amick heiress.”

“But you shouldn’t have secretly given birth to a child and then abandoned him in a rented apartment! This is our flesh and blood, after all!”

“I didn’t ask for any title, I just want a good life for the child. These conditions I’m asking for, aren’t they just a flick of your wrist? Why are you so cruel to your own child!”

This tearful accusation indeed made some uninformed students begin to whisper, their gazes at me now laced with suspicion.

However, I wasn’t falling for any of it.

I hadn’t done it, and I wouldn’t let my sister carry this burden.

“What’s the point of all this nonsense?”

“I will never admit to something I haven’t done. If you’re afraid of me tampering with things, then let’s just call the police. Let them designate an institution for the paternity test, with continuous video surveillance. Surely, that’s acceptable?”

“Th-this…”

The man was immediately speechless, his face flushing crimson, stammering, unable to form words.

Just then, the baby in my arms started crying louder, its little face turning red from straining. Tinsley, watching from the side, suddenly rushed forward, snatched the baby, hugging it tightly, and shrieked at me. “Enough, Seraphina Amick, stop making excuses!”

“Do you think we can’t see through you? You just want to kill this child!”