CHAPTER 165: CHAPTER 165: FOUND YOUR REAL DAD

Before Estelle could argue, Eleanor directly spoke up, "My matters have been exposed these days, and you’re being called a bastard because you lack a father. Do you want a dad?"

This was the first time Eleanor considered finding a man to marry for Estelle’s sake.

She didn’t care if she was criticized herself, but she couldn’t stand it for her child.

Estelle looked at Eleanor’s serious expression, also staring back with her big black eyes.

The next second, she said, "Sister Eleanor, you’re just seeking a man for romance, don’t use me as an excuse, Young Master I... ouch!"

Estelle got smacked for her sharp tongue.

After dealing with her, Eleanor put her hands on her hips and asked, "I’ll ask you again, do you want a dad?"

Estelle rubbed her head miserably, looking pitiful, and softly said, "Yes..."

Eleanor nodded, "What do you think of Uncle Micah?"

"He’s okay, I guess," Estelle thought for a moment and replied.

Actually, she found Micah a bit weak to handle her mom, but his character was decent, and Estelle had a fairly good impression of him.

But that’s about it.

With Estelle’s answer, Eleanor silently sighed, "Alright, I understand."

She tossed the phone back to Estelle, "Go on, keep playing."

Estelle watched Eleanor’s figure as she returned to her room, unable to help muttering, "Is she really going to find me a dad?"

When Eleanor asked if she wanted a dad, Estelle recalled the blood samples she had sent out.

Clutching her phone, she returned to her room and began to send a message inquiring about the situation.

A line of text appeared on the screen.

"Are you sure one of the four blood samples you gave me is your own?"

Estelle frowned, what does that mean?

The other person was Eleanor’s assistant, Liam Keene, an expert in the medical field and a hidden boss.

Estelle had approached him to help tamper with the data, her blood being so precious that she had to prick her finger to contribute a tiny amount.

Unable to clarify in writing, Young Master Estelle simply dialed Liam’s number.

"Hello, what did you mean earlier?"

Liam’s lazy voice came through, "You said one of them is your blood, so I think you’ve found your biological father."

"What!" Estelle jumped three feet high.

"What do you mean? Are you saying my biological dad is in the Faulkner Family?"

Estelle excitedly fired a series of questions.

Liam seemed somewhat speechless, and after a long pause, he said, "With so many questions, which one should I answer first?"

"Oh come on, don’t keep me guessing, answer them all, I need to know!"

"Among the blood samples you sent, three show a very close blood relation, and one shows a close kin. Do you understand what that means?"

Estelle frowned, "Do you mean, no matter what, I’m a member of the Faulkner Family?"

"That’s right, you and the young master of the Faulkner Family are biological siblings!"

Estelle was completely dumbfounded, murmuring, "Damn! I have such a hidden identity?"

Liam continued, "But the blood samples you sent, besides you and the young master of the Faulkner’s, the other two weren’t labeled. We don’t know who your father is."

Estelle sighed, "When Caleb gave them to me, they weren’t labeled, he said it got mixed up."

Finally, Liam concluded.

"Then it’s correct, either you’re Alaric’s son, or Caleb isn’t Alaric’s son, both of you are second sons of the Faulkner Family."

"Oh my!" Estelle was beyond shocked, unable to speak.

So is it Faye or Eleanor who’s my mom?

Ugh, no, that’s not right.

How could Faye be my mom, so is Caleb Eleanor’s son? Then what about my sister?

Did Eleanor give birth to three kids back then?

Estelle’s clever little brain was completely overwhelmed for the first time.