The man raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Why don't you give it a try?" he said threateningly.
Then, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You are the head of the family. Would you consider helping me handle this matter?"
Veronica could not help but laugh at his teasing, looking somewhat hesitant. "I suppose I could somehow give it a try."
She let go of Matthew and sat on the couch, looking at the disheveled woman in front of her. She pointed to the pregnancy test stick on the table and questioned, "Are you sure it was you and... my husband at the hotel?"
The woman wiped her tears and nodded pitifully. "Yes, I'm sure."
"And where's the evidence?"
"The... evidence..." The woman hesitated for a moment, thinking. "I... I..."
"No evidence?" Veronica shook her head in frustration. "I was hoping that if you had the evidence to prove that this child is my husband's, at least I could offer you a generous compensation, but how can I be convinced without any evidence?"
Matthew casually walked over to the nearby table, leisurely grinding the coffee and being completely composed.
The woman in the dress clenched her lips tightly and struggled for a while. "I have it! I have the evidence! That day at the hotel, when we were dining, I spiked his tea with something! Then, I helped him back to the hotel, and we... we..."
Veronica did not bother to argue. "Well, it seems like you do have the evidence. But, young lady, could you at least have some basic common sense before falsely accusing someone? Matt and I returned from our trip less than half a month ago. It would take at least a month to confirm your pregnancy even if you are pregnant."
She waved her hand dismissively. "You have one minute. If you don't leave, I'll call the police."
Suddenly, Veronica could not be bothered to nag with this woman. It was simply a waste of time.
Matthew turned around and walked to his desk, pressing the intercom button. "Thomas, come in."
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