Chapter 198 She Is Not Biological
"Drop the knife!"
Two security guards rushed toward the troublemaker with their batons.
Before the man could stab the knife into Alan's neck, one of the guards grabbed his knife-wielding hand. Just as the guard was about to snatch the knife away, the man switched it to his other hand and thrust it toward the guard's neck.
But before he could strike, Isabella kicked him flying, and he crashed heavily to the ground.
The knife was knocked from his hand.
The man cried out in pain, coughing up blood.
He stared at Isabella in disbelief, his eyes flooding with blood-red rage.
"I'm going to kill you!"
He suddenly grabbed the knife from the ground and lunged at Isabella with wild fury.
Isabella bent her knee, lifted her foot, and kicked him flying again.
The man's body hit the wall with a loud crash, then he passed out.
The two guards stood there stunned.
"Hurry up and restrain him," Isabella said.
Only then did the guards snap back to reality.
That knife had been so close to him—he'd nearly lost his life.
Thank goodness Isabella acted fast.
He thanked Isabella repeatedly while rushing over to tie up the man's hands.
Several doctors also rushed forward to check Alan's injuries.
Alan was badly hurt, blood pooling on the floor from his wound.
"Get him to emergency care now!"
The doctors lifted Alan onto a stretcher and carried him to the emergency room.
Others had already called the police. A guard looked at Isabella, "Miss, we really owe you one. But the police will be coming to investigate what happened, so I'm afraid you'll need to stay and give a statement."
Isabella nodded. "Sure, no problem."
She sat down nearby, sighing inwardly. She thought the doctor was pretty unlucky—running into such a terrible incident was just bad luck.
Soon the police arrived and asked Isabella some basic questions, which she answered truthfully.
Just then, several nurses came out of the emergency room. A guard couldn't help asking them, "How's Alan doing?"
The nurses looked anxious. "Alan lost too much blood and needs a transfusion, but we don't have enough O-type blood. We're planning to get some from the hospital next door."
Hearing this, Isabella looked over. "I'm O-type. You can use my blood."
As soon as Isabella said this, one of the officers spoke up too. "I'm also O-type. You can use mine."
Many other people came forward, volunteering to donate blood.
The nurse's eyes lit up. "Great, come with me to get your blood typed."
Isabella followed.
Since they had to test the blood first, the collection was quick. The nurse told her, "Have a seat for a bit. We'll call you in a moment."
Isabella nodded and sat down in a nearby chair.
After collecting the blood samples, the nurse took them all into another room, then came back out quickly.
She glanced around and looked directly at Isabella. "Everyone's blood type matches except yours."
Isabella froze. "My blood type doesn't match? Aren't I O-type?"
The nurse shook her head. "No, you're not. You're AB-type."
Seeing her surprised expression, the nurse asked curiously, "What? Haven't you had your blood tested before?"
Isabella shook her head. "No."
The only reason she thought she was O-type was because everyone in the Taylor family was O-type.
Since Hayden and Olivia were O-type, their child could only be O-type.
So she naturally assumed she was O-type too.
But now the nurse was telling her she wasn't O-type—she was AB-type.
This was strange. If she was born to Hayden and Olivia, why wasn't she O-type?
Seeing her confused expression, the nurse smiled. "Well, now you know your blood type. Don't go around saying the wrong blood type anymore, because if you get the wrong type, it can cause serious problems."
Isabella wasn't listening to what the nurse was saying at all. Her mind was full of confusion.
She left the blood collection room in a daze.
Violet was waiting outside for her. Seeing her come out looking pale, Violet froze.
"How much blood did they take from you? Look how pale you are—no color in your face at all."
Isabella shook her head. "They didn't take my blood. My blood type didn't match."
"Didn't match?" Violet was puzzled. "Didn't you say you were O-type?"
"No, I'm not O-type. The nurse said I'm AB-type."
Isabella asked her, "Violet, my dad and mom are both O-type, so what blood type should I be?"
Violet answered without thinking, "O-type, of course."
Did she even need to ask? Basic genetics—did she learn nothing?
But the next second, Violet realized something, and her mouth dropped open in an O shape!
"What did you just say? Your dad and mom are O-type? Then why aren't you O-type?"
Isabella said, "I don't know why either."
Violet was stunned.
This was huge.
She glanced around, grabbed Isabella's arm, looking even more nervous than Isabella. "Could you not be your parents' biological child?"
Isabella looked even more confused, staring at Violet. "Then whose child am I?"
Violet asked her, "When your parents brought you home, didn't they do a paternity test?"
Isabella thought carefully. "Actually, no."
Violet was shocked. "No paternity test? How did they find you then?"
"I heard Hayden say that Bianca and I were switched at the hospital back then. So after Hayden found out Bianca wasn't his biological daughter, he went straight to that hospital and contacted the couple who'd been in the same delivery room with Olivia, and sure enough, he found them."
The couple confessed everything. They were too poor, so they'd had the wicked idea to switch the babies.
They couldn't afford to raise a daughter—the child was an accident anyway. And Hayden and Olivia clearly looked wealthy, so they just secretly switched the babies.
That way their child could enjoy a good life in a rich family, which they figured was doing right by their daughter.
No one does a paternity test on their own biological child—that's exactly what the couple was counting on.
And sure enough, for seventeen years the Taylor family never discovered that Bianca wasn't their biological daughter.
Hayden asked them where the child they'd taken went.
The couple said they'd abandoned her.
Left her at the foot of Bright Moon Mountain.
They abandoned her in December, in winter.
When Hayden heard this from the couple, he'd assumed the child must have died.
Abandoning a baby in such cold weather at the deserted foot of a mountain—how could she survive?
But surprisingly, she'd been found by her master.
Her master said he'd found her. He found her in December, and the place he found her was at the foot of Bright Moon Mountain.