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.”

silent as the doctor’s words dropped like a bombshell. Ablett and Yuna both

could Yuna possibly be Hackett’s daughter? Ablett knew all too well who Hackett’s daughter was-it was Marguerite, the infant he had brought home

sigh of relief as if a massive

something. He clenched his fists, a surge coursing through him.

held much hope, so her disappointment wasn’t as profound.

pointed a finger at Robert and bellowed, “Are you happy now? Go and apologize to Yuna! With evidence this solid, do Marguerite and I even need to test? Forget it! This is an absolute circus! You and I will settle this later!”

stunned. Unable to digest the news, Frederick stormed out of the lab to the end of the hallway, lighting up a cigarette to calm his nerves.

was not ready to accept the dutcome. He stepped forward, his voice laced with skepticism. “Doc, you do realize

already had a rough day with Robert and Frederick barging into the lab, shooing everyone out until only she was left. She had worked tirelessly

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, didn’t wear headphones-no contact

final results? They’re straight from the machine. I haven’t even had time to print out the report, let alone tamper with