Chapter 1313
Sharp as ever, Rita understood what their stares meant. Heat rose to her cheeks. How could she possibly be the Thompson family’s daughter? She admired Edgar and Elsie deeply—being their child would be the greatest blessing—but she had never dared to dream such a thing. The Thompsons were the most powerful family she knew. Rita knew her place: she was their housekeeper, grateful to them for saving her life once. She could not indulge in fanciful hopes.
Uncomfortable under their hopeful gazes, Rita forced a small smile.
“What matters right now is running a DNA test on Amilia, not guessing without proof.”
Jenifer recovered her composure.
“You’re right. First, we need Amilia’s blood.”
Kaleb, Edgar, and Elsie were not the type to leap to conclusions. Hope was one thing—evidence was another. They needed facts, not fantasies.
Steady once more, Kaleb turned to the butler.
“Call a doctor immediately. Have them draw Amilia’s blood. I want the results as fast as possible.”
“Yes.” The butler bowed and left.
With the Thompson family’s medical team on standby, events moved quickly. Within two hours, the sealed DNA report rested in Kaleb’s hands.
The results were clear. Amilia had no biological link to Edgar or Elsie.
Even though the Thompson family had braced themselves, the truth still hit hard, sending a tremor of emotion through the room.
Edgar stared at the paper as if it might change shape. The lines around his mouth deepened, and for a moment he seemed years older. Elsie covered her mouth with a trembling hand, the color drained from her face. Kaleb gripped the chair back so tightly his knuckles whitened.
Jenifer exhaled slowly, then spoke with a brittle calm.
“Do it. Find out how this happened. Find our daughter.”
Servants exchanged uneasy glances. Whispers rippled through the house like a wind through dry leaves—questions about hospitals, nurses, and the long-ago night of the birth. Old records would need tracing, and people who had once been forgotten would be called back into the light.
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Rita watched them all, her worry deepening. The possibility that the Thompsons’ true daughter had spent her life elsewhere filled her with both dread and hope. If someone had stolen that child, the act had condemned two families to a lifetime of mistakes.
Kaleb set the report on the table and met Edgar’s eyes.
“We will find her,” he promised.
“No matter what it takes.”
Edgar nodded once, slowly, his voice hoarse.
“Find her. Bring her home.”
Outside the Thompson estate, the world carried on unaware, but inside the mansion the foundation had shifted. The search for truth had begun, and nothing could put the pieces back where they had been.
Edgar stared at the DNA report, his whole body trembling. Rage simmered beneath his skin like a storm waiting to break.
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