Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Chapter 586 We’ll Just Have To Do A DNA Test!

Queenie was so sure that her birth daughter was Julie because she had gone to look for Allison more than once!

She wanted from Allison the truth of the incident back then!

Allison, irritated by Queenie's incessant pestering, said mockingly," Queenie, when you delivered your daughter back then, she was lacking oxygen and was blue and purple all over. She didn't even cry or make a sound, and we thought that she was dead. That was why we tossed her out into the dumpster near the clinic. It was so cold, and even if the baby were alive, she would have been killed by the weather..." i

At that moment, Queenie had the urge to kill Allison!

Why did they not wait for Queenie to regain consciousness, so that she could see her baby at least once?

Why were they so cruel to toss her baby into a dumpster, even though she had almost died giving birth to it?

Seeing Queenie discreetly wiping away her tears, Shakira knew that she was not in a stable emotional state. She turned to speak to the middle- aged woman. "Mrs. Anderson, can you tell us the details of how you found Julie back then?"

Shakira helped Mrs. Anderson stand up, and they walked in front of Queenie. The lady kept kneading her hands, and she seemed very anxious.

She was about the same age as Queenie and Shakira. However, thanks to years of menial labor, the wrinkles on the corners of her eyes were very deep, and half of her hair was white. Her hands were dry and coarse.

Uneasily, Mrs. Anderson started speaking in a thick country accent. "Ah...

Ah'm not sure what to say..."

Queenie held Mrs. Anderson's hands tightly and asked agitatedly, "Can you tell me how you discovered Julie in the dumpster? Please be as detailed as possible."

Queenie's fair, tender, and well-manicured hands were a stark contrast to

Mrs. Anderson’s coarse hands.

Anderson wanted to pull away, but Queenie held her hands very

she began to stammer, "Ah... Ah need to think about it carefully. That day, just as usual, me and my husband went to set up our stall at the market. When we walked past a clinic in the town, we heard weak crying sounds. Me and my husband went to search where that came from, and by golly! We

a child of our own. We couldn't figure out why, even though we went for treatment many times. Nothing's ever worked for us. We've given up, and we're planning on adopting a child so that there'll

that, Mrs. Anderson looked at

gaze was filled with love and care, but there was an inexplicable hint of grief

and her husband had treated

daughter their best while raising her. They lived frugal lives so that their daughter lived a good life, like the rich

as he smoked his pipe. He was

Julie's birth mother had found

already aware

in middle school, her neighbor had accidentally divulged the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were not her birth parents. That time, Julie had raised

that she should look for her birth parents when

and Mrs. Anderson

their savings to look for

used up all their savings turned out to be fruitless.

her birth parents were nowhere to be found, she stopped throwing tantrums, and

after that. She

her just as usual. She

Queenie. She kneaded her hands, her sparkling eyes blinked, and she asked timidly," Are... are you really

dressed in a bespoke suit-dress, which accentuated her slender body and made her look noble. At first glance, Julie could tell that Queenie was a very wealthy

closely, Julie thought

seen that face before, but