Chapter 405

Sensing Monica's odd behavior, Citrine ordered a thorough investigation into the Saunders family once she got home.

She hadn't expected to discover that the man she'd encountered at the Titan Showdown was also a Saunders.

Thinking back on the strange things Wade had said to her at the competition, and connecting those with Monica's peculiar actions, everything finally made sense.

Citrine had figured out exactly what Monica was after that day.

So it turned out Monica had wanted her DNA sample for testing.

Citrine sat in her chair, her gaze darkening as she mulled it over.

Then she plucked a hair from her head, sealed it in a plastic bag, and instructed someone to deliver it to Crestwood Medical Research Center. She also had them collect Hilda's DNA sample and send it along for testing.

Hilda had spent years searching for her lost daughter, so her DNA was stored at the hospital, easy to retrieve.

Crestwood Medical quickly ran the test, placing both samples together and, in less than an hour, sent the results to Citrine.

calm expression and flipped straight to the last

and white, it was spelled out clearly: Probability of biological

stared at the result, pausing only for a split

her last life, she had never learned anything about her origins-apart from the

her any joy. Of course,

longed for a mother was long gone. Citrine was

flick of her thumb, she deleted the report from her phone and put the entire matter

her skincare routine and was getting

I'm outside your

feeling a little irritable. She almost typed out an excuse to turn him down, but then remembered she'd been ignoring Hastings for quite a

a comfortable tracksuit, left her face bare, and headed

soon as Hastings saw her, his eyes

waiting outside wearing only a hoodie, and his hands had already turned red

take this." The moment Citrine stepped outside, Hastings pulled a hand warmer from his pocket and thrust

spread through

couldn't help notice how icy his hands had

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