bChapter /bb149/bb: /bbThe /bbFalse /bbDaughter’s /bbReturn /b

bChapter /bb149/b: bThe /bbFalse /bbDaughter’s /bReturn

b(/bbGod’s /bPOV)

bSandy /bbParker /band Adrian Whitmore returned to Riverside bCity /btogether, where Samuel bWhitmore /bband /bhis bmate /bbpersonally /bcame bto /bwee their supposed daughter. The ck bluxury /bsedan pulled bup /bbto /bthe Whitmore estate’s grand entrance, its polished surface reflecting the afternoon sunlight.

When Sandy stepped out of the car, she smoothed her designer dress nervously. Her movements were calcted, practiced from hours of rehearsing this moment in her mind.

She walked toward the Whitmore couple with a shy expression, her eyes downcast in what she hoped appeared to be modest humility.

Samuel looked at her expectantly, his weathered face creased with emotion. “Hurry up and greet usb./b”

Sandy lowered her eyes further, and her voice was exceptionally sweet–at–that moment. “Father, Motherb.” /b

Samuel’s eyes reddened with emotion as tears threatened to spill over. “Child, we finally found you.”

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He then helped his mate to her side, his movements gentle and protective. “Sweetheart, look, this is our precious daughter…”

Sandy looked strangely at Dorothea Whitmore, thinking to herself how such a beautiful woman could be mentally unstable. Even in her forties, Dorothea possessed an ethereal beauty that age couldn’t diminish.

Dorothea suddenly changed her expression, her serene face twisting with violent rejection. She threw the doll she was holding at Sandy with surprising force.

“She’s not ” Dorothea shouted, her voice cracking with desperate fury.

This sudden scene stunned both Samuel and Adrian. The doll struck Sandy’s shoulder before falling to the ground with a soft thud.

Sandy stood frozen, barely able to react to being hit. Her carefully rehearsedposure shattered in an

instant.

Samuel grabbed his mate’s shoulders, thinking she was having an episode. His voice remained patient despite his obvious distress.

“Sweetheart! She is our precious daughter! She is our daughter!”

But Dorothea’s eyes turned blood–red with strong resistance. Her entire body trembled with the force of her

conviction.

b“/bShe’s not! She’s not my precious daughter, not her! I want to find my real daughter!”

Adrian seemed to sense something deeper in his mother’s reaction. He picked up the doll from the ground,

his amber eyes thoughtful as he studied his mother’s face.

He walked to Dorothea’s side and ced the doll in her hands with infinite gentleness. “Mom, I’ll take you to see our precious daughter in ba /bfew days.”

This finally calmed Dorothea down. Her breathing slowed as she clutched the doll to her chestb, /bher eyes

Chn 149 The False bDa /b

blosing /btheir bwild /bbintensity/b.

After bforting /bbhis /bbmother/bb, /bbAdrian /bbinstructed /bbJacob /bbHayes /bbwith /bba /bbsubtle /bbnod/bb. /bb“/bbPlease /bbtake /bbher /bbback /bbto /bbrest/b.

bJacob /bbHayes /bbapproached respectfully/bb, /bboffering /bbhis /bbarm /bbto /bbsupport /bbDorothea /bas bthey /bwalked toward bthe /b

estate’s interior.

bSamuel /bblooked /bbconfused/bb, /bhis brow furrowed with bewilderment. “Adrian, what do byou mean/bb? /bIsn’t she your bsister/bb? /bbThe /bDNA results bare /bright thereb!/bb” /b

Sandy’s bface /bturned pale as the blood drained from her cheeks. That scene had indeed frightened her more

bthan /bbshe /bbcared /bbto /badmit.

She wondered why she would have a mentally unstable biological mother when the DNA tests had confirmed she was the Whitmore family’s daughter.

Adrian didn’t answer his father but turned to Sandy with cold politeness. “You must be tired after bthe /bflight. bI’ll /b

have someone take you to rest.”

Sandy nodded, her throat too tight to speak. Although her beautiful mood had been ruined, at least she was confirmed as the Whitmore family’s daughter.

After Benjamin Hayes escorted her to the hotel, Adrian watched her retreating figure with cold eyes. His expression held none of the warmth expected from a brother reuniting with his long–lost sister.

He told his father with quiet conviction, “Father, I believe in Mother’s intuition. She’s not my sister.”

(Sophia Rivers’s POV)

Meanwhile, at Darkwood Lodge, I saw the news about the Whitmore family finding their lost daughter. The

headline zed across my phone screen in bold letters.

When I realized the woman was Sandy Parker, I was incredulous. My mouth fell open as I stared at her

photograph.

I thought about how I should have used this fool better if I had known she could turn her life around. But it wasn’t toote now since I had “evidence” of Sandy impersonating a lifesaver.

My phone buzzed with missed calls. I discovered two missed calls from Professor Andrew Kelly.

When I called back, the professor’s voice was warm with invitation. “Sophia, I’d like to invite you to return to

the Advanced Healing Arts Research project.”

His tone grew more formal. “It was the ckwood family’s wish.”

After hanging up, I touched my weakened right hand with tears in my eyes. The fingers barely responded to

mymands, a constant reminder of my fall from grace.

bI /bbelieved that Marcus still had feelings for me and was only punishing me. Hope bloomed in my chest like a fragile flower.

However, when I thought about how he was punishing me because of Elena, my smile froze and turned to

hatred. The warmth in my eyes transformed into ice–cold fury.

I contacted Sandy Parker immediately, my fingers flying across the phone’s keypad. When she answered, I didn’t waste time with pleasantries.

“Sandy, I have evidence of your impersonation of Marcus’s lifesaver,” I said smoothly. “Unless you cooperate

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bwith /bbme/b.”

bSandy’s /bbvoice came /bbthrough /bbsharp /bbwith /bbpanic/b. b“/bbWhat /bbdo /bbyou /bwantb?/bb” /b

b“/bbI’ll /bbhelp /bbyou /bbget what /bbyou /bwant busing /bbthe /bbWhitmore /bbfamily’s /binfluence bto /bbdeal /bbwith /bbElena/bb,/bb” /bI bpromised/bb. /b

bSandy /bbinitially /bbresisted/bb, /bbher /bvoice rising bwith /bbindignation/b. But beventually /bbshe agreed when /bI bpainted a /bbpicture /bbiof /i/bbthe /bbpower /bshe could wield.

b(/bSophia Rivers’s POV)

In bthe /bresearch building at Lunar Dream Research Institute, Elena walked toward the data department with

research materials. Her footsteps echoed softly in the sterile corridor.

I emerged bfrom /bthe Moonstone Stairwell after ending my call with Sandy. The timing was perfectb, /balmost as

if fate had arranged this encounter.

When our eyes met, I instinctively hid my right hand behind my back. The damaged limb felt like a shameful secret I couldn’t bear to expose.

I looked at Elena with arrogant, defiant eyes, channeling all my hatred into that single re.

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