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Chapter 411

Chapter 411 A Battle of Conscience

The last time, Rina had plucked a few strands of Sonia’s hair and used some of it as the DNA test sample. She kept the remaining ones in the event that she needed them in the future. More importantly, she had used a small barret to keep those strands of hair in place, carefully arranging it among her own hair so that she could use them whenever she needed—just like how she had done so earlier.

That was the reason why she rejected Toby’s offer to help conceal her identity in the first place; she thought that her plans were all foolproof now that she had Sonia’s hair at her own disposal.

What Rina never expected was Zane to thwart her plans when he brought Hal and Greta over. And now that Sonia had asked to conduct a DNA test to see if Rina was biologically related to the wretched couple, she was subsequently backed into a corner.

 

She was Hal’s biological daughter after all and one DNA test was all it would take to expose her as a fraud. With that in mind, there was no way she would offer her own hair as a test sample now, much less allow her blood to be drawn for the same purpose.

That being said, Titus had the few strands of Sonia’s hair that Rina passed off as her own previously. If she were to ask him to use some of those as the sample for the DNA test she was about to do with Hal and Greta, surely the test results would illustrate that she was not their biological daughter. However, it would only arouse everyone’s confusion as to why she refused to pluck her own hair on the spot and possibly cause them to suspect that there was something wrong with the hair sample she had given earlier.

Therefore, Rina was caught between a rock and a hard place. What should I do?

She was still biting on her lip as she tried to come up with plausible ways to save herself when she sensed a pointed gaze on her. When she looked up and met Toby’s dark obs, it felt like she was looking at her salvation in that instant, thereby her relief glimmering in her eyes.

He had said before that he could help her to conceal her identity and she prayed that his offer was still good.

breath and shot a desperate look of plea

 

realized what she was asking of him. The courage she had to run a DNA test alongside Titus came from Sonia’s hair, but now she won’t even pluck her own hair to see if it matches Hal and Greta’s DNA. And now, she’s asking me for help instead. Comprehension dawned upon him as he nodded, agreeing to grant her this

a sigh of relief before the fear that threatened to suffocate her began to wane. A smile broke out on her face as she quipped, “Got it, Dad. I’ll

she tugged on her hair with force and plucked a few strands from

took them without saying anything; then, he asked his assistant for a couple of zip-lock bags to store the samples. When that was done, Titus glanced over at Zane and Sonia smugly, “See? Rina has willingly given up strands

“Zane,” Sonia called out.

pluck a few strands of their own hair, thereafter placing

DNA tests,” he declared before labeling the samples accordingly before placing them in a large

on the whole process. Who knows if you lot will pull some despicable trick and have the samples

case, let him tag along, Zane,” Sonia decided as she chewed on her lip. She needed to do all that it took to prove that Taylor wasn’t Titus’ biological daughter and refused to entertain the idea that Taylor could

his head close to Sonia’s

object to this

so, the more likely the Gray Family would

before Toby managed to summon an employee and requested them to open a lounge for them, thereafter wheeling Sonia in. As for the others anxiously waiting for the test results,

in the lounge, Toby poured out a glass of water for Sonia and gently said, “Here, have a drink. Your

where it was.

chuckled lightly and

pull away while demanding, “What are

grip was tight, and tried as she might to pull away, Sonia frowned

voice. “If you do, the glass of water

me,” she snapped, her lips pressing into an

her hand and didn’t release his grip until he was sure she had a

she felt him releasing her hand, she snorted indignantly and pointed out, “As if. I’m not a

kid.” However, even as he said this, he thought about how she would always remain as that kid who

added as he rose to his

dipped her head to take a sip of water; then, she hummed in response

door behind him. A dark

greeted

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