Chapter 341

“Mrs. Mercer?” Sebastian called out again, noticing that Iris had not responded.

Octavia, quick to seize the moment, immediately stepped in to answer, “The things from the past, those happened decades ago. It was all managed by my mother’s ex–husband. She’s just an ordinary woman, and she doesn’t know anything about this. Anyway, she raised Joycelyn from childhood, there’s no doubt about that.”

Sebastian shot her a sharp look, his irritation clear. “I didn’t ask you to speak. Please remain quiet,” he commanded in a cold vode.

Octavia’s smile faltered, and she gave a sheepish grin, replying, “Okay,”

“Mrs. Mercer,” Sebastian continued, his voice icy and sharp, “If you can’t answer these questions, then we have every reason to suspect that you didn’t legally adopt Joycelyn–that maybe you bought her from human traffickers or kidnapped her. That’s a crime.”

Iris’s face went pale as Sebastian’s words hit her like a slap.

Back at the mansion, Joycelyn, watching the scene unfold on the screen, felt a pang of curiosity. How had she been adopted all those years ago?

But despite her best efforts, she couldn’t remember a thing. Her family had moved away shortly after, and they had no contact with relatives. She had been cut off from her past, with only her adoptive parents as a point of reference.

Iris, visibly trembling, quickly responded, “No, we didn’t commit any crimes. We didn’t steal or kidnap her.” She was desperate to defend herself, as though trying to avoid being labeled a criminal.

Sebastian, without showing any emotion, pressed on. “Then how did you adopt her? Explain it clearly.”

Iris, becoming more anxious by the second, finally gave in and told the whole story. “At the time, both my late husband and I were orphans with no family.

“We had been married for several years without a child, and one New Year’s Eve, we were passing down a quiet road when we saw someone throwing a bundle into a ravine. We didn’t think much of it at first, but then we heard a child crying from the bottom of the hill.

“My late husband climbed down to check, and it was a little girl with blood all over her head. We felt sorry for her, thinking she was just a child someone had abandoned, so we brought her home.”

Joycelyn touched the scar on the back of her head as she listened to the story. So that was how she got the scar.

police?” Sebastian asked, his voice cutting through the air.

just unwanted, so we took her in. After we nursed her back to health, she was so cute, we couldn’t bear to send her to an orphanage. I couldn’t have children of my own, so we decided to raise

to dig into

it happened,” she concluded.

up, “Even though it wasn’t the most proper adoption, my mom and 1 Joycelyn’s life and

saved

indeed thank you for raising Joycelyn,” Timothy said,

saw the sealed envelope, their eyes

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Chapter 341

real estate in the city center, registered under Mrs Meroy’s name, dong with

crust

the beet murning home and provide the best care for

the Grant family are on rich, and this is all you’re offering? It’s just a suite. Why not

to agree with Octavia, feeling the amount was a bit too

the Mercer family, the Stred under poor conditions,

their expressions shifting uncomfortably. The words clearly

out student loans, work part–time to pay for food, and even gave her earnings to the Mercer family. After starting work, she had to give up most of her

sold to an old man with a high dowry! This house and the trust are given because of your late husband’s involvement. Otherwise, you wouldn’t see a penny?

and full of resentment, hung in the air like ice.

atmosphere in the room grew

a warmth inside as

who had tried to harm Joycelyn. “Did you ask her about

glanced at the screen and then asked

asked him to inquire about the man

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