Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 372

Audrey’s POV

Elaine Sinclair locked eyes with me the moment we entered the St. Regis lobby. Recognition flashed across her face, quickly replaced by outraged grief so perfectly timed it seemed rehearsed.

She jumped to her feet. “You!”

Before I could react, she charged toward me, hand raised to strike. I caught her wrist mid-swing, my grip firm but not cruel.

“You ungrateful child!” she shrieked, struggling against my hold.

“Mrs. Sinclair, what exactly do you think you’re doing?” I released her with a slight push that sent her stumbling back into Richard’s waiting arms.

“We mourned you for months!” Elaine cried, tears suddenly streaming down her face. “Your father and I thought you were dead!”

‘I’m not your daughter.”

She continued as if I hadn’t spoken. “Was being a Sinclair not good enough? Did you fake your death just to become someone else and marry Blake Parker?”

“Mrs. Sinclair, you’re attacking a complete stranger,” I said flatly. “Our first-ever interaction and you try to slap me?”

Richard stepped forward, face flushed. “Not our daughter? You have the nerve to say that to our faces?”

Without warning, he pulled a folder from his briefcase and threw it at me. Papers scattered in the air between us.

“These are your medical records from Mayo Clinic!” Richard jabbed his finger at the papers. “Ten months ago, you claimed terminal cancer, but these show just a minor stomach ulcer!”

“You broke our hearts for nothing,” Richard continued, voice cracking with theatrical emotion. “We couldn’t eat or sleep for weeks while you lived it up in Australia! What kind of person does that?”

Adrian calmly gathered the documents, then straightened beside me, documents neatly organized in his hands.

“These do appear to be Mayo Clinic records,” he said, examining them before handing them to me. “Complete with official seal.”

cancer – spanning two years. The strategy was clear; paint me as a manipulative liar who faked

work. She was the only one with access

prove someone named Audrey Sinclair had a stomach ulcer. What does that have to do

have serious doubts about

behind her. She stormed over and

kept her eyes fixed on the floor, discomfort evident

Thalia continued. “Mayo Clinic is our premier hospital specializing in

replied. “But would you mind repeating what they specialize

York’s best hospital. They specialize in cancer treatment

and

to the date. “According to this, Audrey Sinclair first visited for this ulcer two years

two years on a minor condition?” Adrian asked. “And if they’re so excellent, why couldn’t they resolve a simple ulcer in

started whispering: “Mayo Clinic doesn’t admit ulcer patients – they refer them to

with influence requested special treatment or altered

Parker and her

staff would do anything she

face cycled through shock, guilt,

be some confusion with Mayo Clinic’s record-keeping.

to Rachel with practiced grace. “Dear, as a stakeholder, you should investigate this unfortunate mistake. We wouldn’t want the

seized the opportunity. “I’ll look into this personally. If there’s been a mistake, I’ll make sure

and Elaine. “I apologize for

the hospital records,” Victoria interrupted, “let’s move

subtle nod, Victoria strode toward me, another document

said with false sweetness, “you may dismiss those records, but this DNA test won’t be so easy to

“This test was done today at a

displayed an enlarged copy showing “DNA KINSHIP

demanded. “The probability of parent-child relationship between you and our parents is 99.99%. Undeniable proof

to say now? Will