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My mother emoted as she spoke and even burst into tears. Curiosity was piqued.

They wanted to know who the father of the child was.

My mother hesitated and hinted at a big shot. Finally, she typed the name abbreviation BT onto the screen.

The fans followed the clue and quickly guessed it was Bill Thompson.

They compared my photos with Bill's side by side.

The more they compared, the more they thought we looked alike.

"These brows, this face shape, and these striking ears. There's no doubt, it's his child."

"He was surrounded by many women without any entanglements or issues. In the end, this guy still got caught."

"Does that make this girl the elder princess of the Thompson? I have to say, she sure knows how to choose her parents."

"Even if she can't inherit the family fortune, she'll be rich and secure for life."

Some people questioned my mother's motives for revealing this, calling her a shrewd bitch who wanted to rise in status due to her child's importance.

"A pregnancy plot, the plot of a novel comes to life in the real world."

"Claiming it's love while it's all calculation."

"If it were really love, she wouldn't disturb him. She would hide away and raise the child secretly."

"It's all about money, the child is just a tool."

"It's not unique, there was a famous actress who did the same thing recently, all hiding behind the pretense of love, doing despicable things."

"How come all women are like this, where are their values?"

This incident instantly shot to the top of the hot searches.

The fans were all in an uproar.

At just four years old, I was already famous throughout the land.

Some people envied me, while others pitied me.

Bill Thompson, as the male lead, was even pushed to the forefront of the controversy.

The bystanders, who enjoyed the spectacle without worrying about making things worse, flocked to Bill's social media accounts to leave messages, congratulating him on becoming a father and urging him to fetch his daughter home quickly.

Bill was harassed to the point of changing his profile picture.

The new profile picture was a car, with a Ferrari logo placed on top of a Bentley logo, complemented by a downright hilarious caption.

"Help, I heard I became a father again?"

The meaning was clear and someone was playing dirty.

The use of the word "again" suggested that this wasn't the first time such an incident had occurred, and he had become accustomed to it, taking it all in stride without batting an eyelash.

"Where there's smoke, there's fire." "Money talks."

This was reality, this was human nature.

What followed was an even funnier turn of events…

"loI, I am Bill's only son!"

"I am Bill's pet cat, the only cat."

"I caught a glimpse of Bill through the screen and I thought I might be pregnant, I will have his babies."

"I could tell right away, that we have an extraordinary relationship. Dad, I've finally found you."

Fans played with the meme and completely changed the rhythm.

My mother had wanted to use traffic and exposure to put pressure on Bill.

But Bill simply changed his avatar and easily got rid of it.

He understood the traffic, and he knew how to manipulate public opinion.

"He made himself onto the Forbes billionaires list at such a young age for a reason. My mother's little smarts are no match for him."

Bill had been navigating the business world, seeing through human nature. He was very clear about what kind of woman my mother was.

Even if the child was truly his, he disdained it.

Not every woman was worthy of giving birth to his child, nor were the children of every woman qualified to enter his family.

As long as he didn't admit it, I was nothing.

Fighting for the inheritance was wishful thinking; wealthy people were not idiots. They had ways to make sure you get nothing.

My mother did understand this principle.

She just wanted to take a chance, just in case she won.

After all, it had been quite difficult for her these past few years.

It was embarrassing for an unmarried girl to have a child, and people around her laughed at her,

looked down upon her and whispered all sorts of dirty words.

My mother did not get angry; she proudly held her head high.

"If you knew who was the child's father, you would envy me greatly."

"The child's father is rich, handsome, and this child has good genes. It is my fortune to give birth to his child."

She was so proud and held her head with such arrogance.

My grandparents also felt not ashamed but proud.

"What's wrong with having a child out of wedlock? If you have the ability, you can have one too! My son-in-law is wealthy, a big shot, and he will definitely take us to live a good life someday."

"Living in a villa, driving luxury cars, enjoying black truffles, it will make you all jealous."