Two minutes later, seeing that Timothy had already "fallen asleep," Alana got up and returned to her room.

Timothy opened his palm and looked at the strand of hair he held. He quickly got up and ran down the stairs.

"Granny!" Rosaline was sitting on the sofa in the living room. She saw Timothy running toward her.

Has he already gotten it?

Rosaline went up to him and carried him in her arms.

"My dear grandson! Do you have what I told you to get for me?"

"This is it!" Timothy opened his palm and showed the strand of hair to Rosaline.

"That's great! I can finally confirm that!" Rosaline said happily.

"What is it?" Timothy asked.

"This is a secret between you and me, Timothy. You can't tell anyone else!" Rosaline said and plucked a hair from Timothy's scalp.

Timothy grimaced from the pain. He did not complain because his grandmother told him it was a secret.


The next day, Rosaline placed the two strands of hair in an envelope and went to Ryker's Hospital to look for Cristopher Reid, the head of the biology department.

"Is there something you need, Ma'am?" Cristopher asked curiously.

"I want to know if Alana Lane is really the mother of my grandson," Rosaline said. "Conduct a maternity DNA test for me!"

Cristopher gasped but recovered in a split second. He said with a smile, "That can be arranged. I'll let you know when you can collect the report."

"Mm." Rosaline nodded. "Don't tell anyone else about this."

"Don't worry, Ma'am." Cristopher nodded and bowed.

After Rosaline left, Cristopher sent a message to Alana.

"I saved you again, Alana. How are you going to thank me this time?"

Alana was in the beauty salon when she received the message. She was shocked after she read it, and she quickly replied, "What do you mean?"

"We'll talk when I see you. Let's meet at Blue Skies Café."

Alana could sense that something was amiss. She urged the beautician to wash her face quickly, then took her sports car to Blue Skies Café.

Blue Skies Cage was located opposite Ryker's Hospital. Cristopher was already waiting for her in the private room.

"Rosaline Turner brought me two strands of hair today," Cristopher said with a cloying smile on his corpulent face. "What do you think she wants to do?"

Alana's heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, she remembered that Timothy plucked a strand of hair from her scalp last night.

"What… does she want?"

"She wants to know if you're the biological mother of Timothy Ryker!"

Alana's face turned pale. She felt a chill course down her spine.

Is Rosaline suspecting me?

"Don't worry." Cristopher's meaty hand was already fondling Alana. "You know what I can do for you."
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