The Student I Sponsored Is My Daughter's Real Father Chapter 2

David POV

Two years ago, I thought my company was doing well, and I wanted to do some charity to give back to society.

Through a foundation, I selected several young girls from remote areas. I'd reviewed all their profiles; they were all genuinely bright kids who wanted to study but couldn't afford it.

But Eleanor vehemently objected.

She threw the girls' profiles onto the coffee table, pointing her finger at me. "David Miller, are you out of your mind? Why do you insist on choosing girls? Are you subconsciously sexist? Do you think girls are pitiful, but boys aren't?"

"I just thought that girl had better grades..." I tried to explain.

"Enough! I'm not listening to your excuses."

"I've picked out this student named Liam. He's an athlete, bright and ambitious, from a single-parent home - how tough is that? If you're going to sponsor anyone, it has to be him, or else, forget the charity altogether!"

For the sake of domestic peace, I compromised.

For two years, Liam's tuition, living expenses, even his so-called "social practice" fees during breaks, all came from me.

I still remember the first time Liam came to our house.

He was wearing the expensive sneakers I'd bought him, standing in the living room, his eyes scanning the room before landing on Eleanor, where he offered a shy smile.

At the time, Eleanor had smiled and said to me, "Look at this boy, so sensible and good-looking. Wouldn't it be wonderful if Chloe could find a boyfriend like him someday?"

Now it seemed, she wasn't looking for a boyfriend for our daughter, but for herself.

My heart sank, and a sudden realization struck me.

Liam had large eyes and a pointed chin.

If Chloe didn't look like me, then she and Liam looked like they were carved from the same mold.