Teresa was having a sleepless night.


    Lying on her plush princess bed, her round eyes stared nkly at the dark ceiling.


    Her mom imed that Maurice was her father, but she was more inclined to believe that Hayes‘ dad was her real father.


    Gics was the mostpelling evidence!


    <b>By </bparing her features with her mom’s, she deduced that her father had to resemble Hayes‘ dad. Filled with determination, Teresa quickly rose from the bed, turned on the bedsidemp, and took out a mirror.


    Next to her was a portrait of Frederick.


    Teresa looked at herself in the mirror, then at the portrait. The resemnce was uncanny. Her eyes were like her mother’s, and her nose and mouth were like Hayes‘ dad.


    What on earth was going on?!


    She pondered this until the wee hours of the morning, finally sumbing to sleep reluctantly.


    The next day, at Royal Elite Kindergarten.


    Teresa arrived at school early, eagerly awaiting Hayes‘ arrival.


    She intended to probe more about Frederick from Hayes, but he was nowhere to be seen even when school started.


    Darn it! Why isn’t the little muteing to school?


    Teresa was frantic, she propped up her drawing book on the table as a shield and stealthily texted Hayes:


    [Hey, you sick or something? Why aren’t you in school?]


    Hayes promptly responded to Teresa: [My dad doesn’t want me to hang out with you.]


    “What?! Hayes‘ dad doesn’t want him to hang out with me?” Teresa thought, recalling what her mom had said. the previous night she too had forbidden Teresa from hanging out with Hayes.


    –


    Did her mom and Hayes‘ dad conspire together? What were they hiding? Something fishy was going on!


    Teresa made a secret vow to get to the bottom of this.


    She was so filled with righteous indignation that she began to pound her tiny fists on the desk.


    Many children turned to look at her, causing Teresa to quickly hide her face behind the book.


    Shortly after, her phone vibrated.


    <b>[</b>Teresa<b>, </b>are you upset?]


    <b>[</b><b>No</b><b>, </b><b>I’m </b>just thinking about what to do.]


    [Teresa<b>, </b>I’ll try toe to school tomorrow, I won’t stop being your friend.]


    Hayes was careful with his words, fearing that Teresa might get angry and stop being his friend.


    She was his only friend, and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her, so he would never keep away from Teresa.


    Hayes, can you do me a favor?]


    [Sure] Hayes responded immediately, not caring what Teresa’s favor was. As long as it was for Teresa, he would do his best.


    Chapter 336,


    <b>[</b>Can you get me a few of your dad’s hair strands? Don’t tell him, okay?]


    Hayes was taken aback. Why would Teresa want his dad’s hair?


    Hayes stared at the chat box, utterly confused. [What do you need my dad’s hair for?]


    <b>Of </b>course, it’s for a paternity test!


    Teresa was bursting to spill the beans. She typed out a lengthy exnation and was about to hit send when she hesitated.


    If she was indeed Hayes‘ dad’s daughter, wouldn’t that make her and Hayes half–siblings?


    Would Hayes <b>think </b>her mom stole his dad from him? No, she couldn’t tell Hayes.


    Teresa yfully twirled her eyes, deleted the long message, and quickly concocted a lie:


    [I have a weird collection habit. I like collecting people’s hair.]


    Hayes furrowed his brow. Teresa likes to collect people’s hair? What a strange hobby!


    But why doesn’t she collect her own hair, why his dad’s? Did his dad mean more to Teresa than he did? Hayes was a little jealous at the thought, but he had promised Teresa, so he had to deliver.


    However, plucking a lion’s mane without being noticed didn’t seem like an easy task. Hayes was in a quandary.