Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 614

“The paper report would take forever to format, and I can see you’re all on edge. So, I’ll just project the data on the screen. Take a look,” he said, gesturing toward the large LED display that lit up with an array of colorful graphics and figures.

Everyone turned to look, their eyes darting across the screen, trying to make sense of the information overload.

Ablett, who already knew the outcome, didn’t even bother to glance up.

Yuna sat deflated in a corner, silent and still, like a punctured balloon, waiting for the inevitable.

Penelope, after staring at the screen for what felt like an eternity, turned to the doctor and asked impatiently, “Doc, it’s all just numbers and jargon. Can you just tell us straight-is Yuna my daughter or not?”

The doctor cleared his throat and said, “I’ve extracted 23 pairs of chromosomes from their blood samples. There’s a 99.99% match at every genetic marker. There’s no doubt about it-your husband and this young lady are biologically related.”

dropped like a bombshell. Ablett and Yuna both stood up, their faces a picture of disbelief.

who Hackett’s daughter was-it was Marguerite, the infant he had brought home all those years

let out a sigh of relief as if a massive weight had been lifted off her

fists, a surge coursing through him. Zoe, that bitch, had cheated

not held much hope, so her disappointment wasn’t as

evidence this solid, do Marguerite and I even need to test? Forget it! This is an absolute circus! You and

stormed out of the lab to the end of the hallway, lighting up a cigarette to calm

his voice laced with skepticism. “Doc, you do realize if this was tampered with, the consequences

Robert and Frederick barging into the lab, shooing everyone out until only

she knew better than to cross the Fitzgeralds. With a gloomy face, she replied, “Mr. Fitzgerald, you watched me draw the blood. You saw me process the data. I was alone in the lab, didn’t take calls,

I haven’t even had time to print out the report, let alone tamper with it. So, what’s left not to