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Chapter 410 Biologically Related

Across the room, Zane had taken the document away from Toby and flipped to the last page. When Zane saw that the test results were the complete opposite of what he had expected, his eyes widened as he exclaimed in disbelief, “How is this even possible?”

Upon hearing this, Sonia’s heart sank as panic overwhelmed her. What’s going on? Why does Zane make it sound like something bad has happened? “Wanda,” she called out while clutching the armrest anxiously.

Wanda approached Sonia and crouched down next to the wheelchair. “Miss Reed?”

Sonia turned in the direction of Wanda’s voice and insisted, “Wanda, you were in the laboratory the entire time, so you must know the results, don’t you? Tell me.”

“Well…” Wanda’s gaze flickered over to Zane, but he was shell shocked, judging from the way his hand trembled as it held the papers.

When she sensed the older lady’s hesitation, Sonia grew antsy. Then, she curled her fist and dug her nails into her palm as she frantically urged, “Wanda, tell me!”

Wanda glanced at Toby, who caught the look on her face and nodded once. She heaved a sigh and replied reluctantly, “The results indicate that the young lady over there is President Gray’s biological daughter.”

Upon hearing Wanda’s words, Sonia’s eyes widened and she tensed up with bewilderment. Taylor is Titus’ biological daughter? That’s impossible! That can’t be right. They aren’t supposed to be biologically related at all. The results must be fake; someone must have manipulated it!

Sonia’s thoughts went wild. Taylor had probably figured a foolproof way to bribe the test facility and its employees into faking those test results. She might not have the means to do it, but chances of it happening were slim as well.

On the other side of the room, Titus and Julia had overheard what Wanda said and exchanged a gleeful look with each other.

“Did you hear that, honey? Rina is our daughter!” Julia gripped Rina’s hand as she proclaimed excitedly, “Didn’t I say that Rina is unmistakably our daughter? We even did a test right from the get-go to be sure of it! How could we have possibly faked something like that?”

He nodded in satisfaction. “You were right all along.” Then, he turned to look at Rina, the frosty gleam in his eyes replaced with a warm one as he apologized, “I’m sorry, Rina. I never should have doubted you.”

she tearfully responded, “It’s okay, Dad, I don’t blame you. Miss Reed and the others were the ones who fabricated the test results and brought Hal and Greta over to prove their case. They did all they could to make you believe I’m not your daughter, so your doubt wasn’t uncalled for. All that matters now is that we have the real results to prove that I am indeed your daughter. I don’t blame you at all, Mom and Dad. If anything, I blame Miss Reed and her friends the most; they’d crossed the line and dealt a

somehow managed to pin

their rage toward her was renewed at once. “Sonia, the results are out and it

she snapped, “Don’t waste your pleasantries on her, honey. Let’s call the police on

where it had gripped the armrest tightly. Is this it? Will I actually be

out his phone and one could practically feel his triumph from across the room as he made

was about to say something when Zane

heard this and Titus was sullen as he accused, “Are you going

it!” Zane said with an air of

her sides. The results are out, but he’s still trying

asked someone to head into the laboratory to keep an eye on the procedure. What gives you the right to accuse us of

right do I have? In case you forgot, they’re still here!” Zane pointed smugly at Hal and Greta, both of whom hurried

a hand on Hal’s shoulder and added, “Look at his face and tell

with him under the same roof. I heard that these things could happen even if the cohabitants

other after living together for

nodded in agreement.

My goodness, I’m dealing with a couple of idiots! Even if whatever Rina said were to happen in real life, the resemblance wouldn’t be so freakishly strong! She and Hal

impression of herself every time they met; her intelligence and sharp wit was unexpectedly well-honed, given her ability to resolve her own crises in an incredibly short amount

nervousness as he peered at Zane. “Mr. Coleman, about the DNA test you mentioned earlier, can it determine whether a child

right,” Zane affirmed

began to redden as he became flustered. “So, you’re saying that little wench Taylor is the biological daughter of those rich folks? And the test has actually proved