Chapter 143. My Real Father?

Aurora’s POV

I stared at Harmona in shock, the words she had just spoken still echoing in my mind. My heart raced, and I felt the air grow thick around me. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out at first. I swallowed hard, trying to force the words out. “What do you mean?” I managed to choke out, my voice trembling with disbelief. “What on earth are you talking about?”

Harmona didn’t seem fazed. She just smiled, that same cold smile she always wore, as if the world was a game to her. It made my stomach twist. Without saying a word, she picked up a plastic knife and handed it to me. “Here,” she said, her tone overly sweet, “cut the cake.”

I just stared at the knife, my mind spinning. The cake? After everything she just said? I shook my head, pushing it away. “I don’t want to,” I replied, my voice barely more than a whisper.

But Harmona didn’t hesitate. She grabbed the knife from me with a practiced motion and cut a slice of the cake herself. She raise