Chapter 1314

“Who would dare switch my daughter?” he rasped. If he ever uncovered the truth, he vowed he would tear the mastermind apart piece by piece. Long before his daughter was born, he had imagined raising her—preparing treasures and a future worthy of her. He had carved out time from a brutal schedule just to hold her, to love her, to watch her grow. Every moment, every sacrifice had been poured into someone else’s child. And his real daughter… he had no idea where she was or what kind of life she had endured without him. The thought gutted him; rage clawed at him, heartbreak hollowed him out.

Elsie was just as shattered. Her eyes were swollen and red, her voice raw from emotion as she replayed the hours after giving birth with agonizing clarity. The baby placed in her arms that day had been Amilia—if that child had been switched at the very moment she entered the world, the cruelty of it was unfathomable.

Kaleb’s face burned with a similar fury. He tightened his fists until his knuckles bleached white and made a silent vow: whoever had orchestrated this would face a reckoning. Of them all, Jenifer remained the calmest. She turned to Elsie and Edgar gently.

“Kaleb, Edgar, Elsie, why don’t you take a DNA test with Bexley as well?”

All three of them looked toward Bexley at once. Before Amilia’s parentage was revealed, none had dared suggest testing Bexley. Now it felt necessary—not just because hope clawed at their hearts, but because Bexley’s features, every line and expression, echoed Elsie’s unmistakably. If Bexley truly was the Thompson family’s lost daughter, the twist of fate would be so astonishing it almost felt scripted.

Rita stood stricken, overwhelmed.

“I—I can’t be your daughter. I—I just…” she stammered, as the weight of the idea pressed on her chest.

“Bexley, please go with the DNA test,” Elsie whispered, her voice trembling.

“From the moment I saw you out at sea, I felt a bond—instant, instinctive. Something I never felt with Amilia. That’s why I’m certain you’re the child we lost.”

Edgar swallowed hard, eyes burning. The room held its breath as the possibility settled over them: a life stolen, a family misguided for decades, and the fragile hope that the truth might finally be found.

“I feel it too. I’ve prayed—truly prayed—that you’re our daughter. If you are, I’ll finally have peace. Even though I was robbed of raising you, at least we still found each other before everything slipped away. For ten years we’ve cared for each other without knowing why.”

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The sincerity in his voice filled the room.

Rita’s chest tightened and her eyes misted. She had never dared to imagine such a connection, yet looking at Edgar and Elsie now, she found herself aching to be their child—to mend the hearts fractured by decades of lies.

“Bexley, could you please do the DNA test with us?” Kaleb asked softly.

Rita nodded without hesitation.

“All right. If I really am Edgar and Elsie’s daughter, I would be the happiest person alive.”

The doctor drew Rita’s blood, and two excruciating hours crawled by before the report landed in Kaleb’s hands. Night had deepened outside, but the house blazed with restless light.

The results were indisputable. Bexley was, beyond any shadow of doubt, Edgar and Elsie’s biological daughter.

The truth was exactly what the Thompsons had yearned for.

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