Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

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.”

words dropped like a bombshell. Ablett and Yuna both stood up,

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

Zoe, who let out a sigh of

off her shoulders.

moment, Ablett had realized something. He clenched his fists, a surge coursing

of rage

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

red with fury, 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!

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

He stepped forward, his voice laced with skepticism. “Doc, you do realize if this was tampered with, the consequences for you would be severe,

known for her short temper, had already had a rough day with Robert and Frederick barging into the lab, shooing

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thankless as it was,

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, didn’t wear headphones-no contact with the outside world.