Spoiled by Mr. Russell novel Chapter 1133

Chapter 1133

Ralph seemed to remember something as he turned around. He saw other family members passing DNA test reports around while he said crazily, "No, it can’t be. That lab report must be fake!"

"The results don't only include you, but also me and mom, Alexander and mom, me and Alexander, and of course, you,"

Celine spoke while supporting her mother and looking at Ralph. "

The results prove the three of us are blood-related, except for you."

If Margaret's words resembled arrows striking Ralph’s heart,

Celine's words were knives stabbing him. Ralph looked at his sister as if he heard so much but could not listen. "Y- You conspired to trick me! You planned this! I don't believe it. I don't believe you!"

Then without knowing where his extra strength came from, he suddenly broke free from those who held him down and rushed toward Margaret. He knelt at her feet, hugged her legs, and said, "Mom, how could you do this to me? Don’t you love me the most? Why did you work with those people to frame me?

"Did they force you? Did Alex threaten you? Tell me. Everyone is here. You can speak up, and everyone will uphold justice for us!"

He said as he anxiously pointed at Alexander. He did not believe any of this and felt it must be a long- planned conspiracy waiting to take him down today.

"I also hope this is all fake, that the others forced me!" Margaret looked down at her son and slowly bent down to stroke his cheek gently. "Still, you are not my son, Ralph," tears fell from her eyes with extreme sadness as she spoke.

Unfortunately, Ralph did not listen. Eventually, it led to the current situation, which was difficult to end.

She could not say Alexander was not her grandson in front of everyone because before, she was too ashamed to face Hugo and would suffer from her guilty conscience.

As Margaret’s fingers tremblingly slid across Ralph’s cheek, she could not say much besides his name, "Ralph. My precious Ralph..."

"Don't say my name!" Ralph suddenly became ruthless with a sullen expression. All his panic and pleading disappeared, and he looked at Margaret fiercely.

"I don't believe you! If I'm not your son, whose am I? What a joke! I'm not your son, but I may be my father's. I'm still a Russell. You are not from the Russell family and don't bleed the same blood as us!"