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The handwriting doesnât match.
The handwriting doesnât match
After knowing this result, Olivia Lane sat in the chair, feeling as if she could not feel her heart for a moment.
It seemed suddenly blank, confused, and helpless.
The handwriting doesnât match.
After a while, Olivia Laneâs dull gaze moved to the photo frame on the desk.
There is a photo in the frame, taken when Charlotte Lane was twelve years old on her birthday.
Later, when Charlotte went missing, her mother put the photo on the desk.
The person in the photo had black hair over her shoulders. She had monolid eyes, which gave the impression of Phoenix eyes. Her face had some baby fat, and when she smiled, her eyes were slightly bent.
She was very beautiful and cute.
The glint in her eyes was as brilliant as crystal.
Just from a photo, one could feel her contentment from being surrounded by love and adoration.
As Olivia Lane looked at the picture, she reached out and gently touched the frame.
How could the handwriting match? She must have gone mad, thinking that Daisy Zaneâs handwriting and her sisterâs would match.
They were clearly two different people, completely unrelated.
There was no similarity to their appearance whatsoever.
Daisy Zaneâs eyes were clearly double-lidded, although the double lids were thin.
Besides that, their noses, mouths, and facial shapes had no resemblance at all.
Moreover, Daisy Zane was from the Truro Song Family, and she had tested DNA with her biological father.
Although she couldnât understand why she came from Cold Green Village with so much knowledge and even saved her from being attacked by hundreds of people.
But she was indeed a person with a blood relationship to the Song family.
Why was she always fixated on unrealistic ideas?
Thinking like this, Olivia Lane hooked the corner of her lips. But while her face smiled, tears fell from her eyes.
She closed her eyes, paused, and lifted her hand to wipe away the tears.
But just as her hand touched her face, she heard the door to the bedroom being pushed open outside.
She suddenly opened her eyes and instinctively hid Daisy Zaneâs scroll.
By the time she reacted and tried to hide herself, it was too late.
William Lane opened the door to the study room.
As their eyes met, Olivia Lane stood up as if she had been hit by a spring. She moved too hastily and hit her leg on the table, making a muffled sound.
Her small face twitched, and she bent over in pain.
Seeing this, William Lane immediately walked over to her, pulled the chair back, and squatted down to check her leg.
âWhere did you bump it?â
âI didnât.â Olivia Lane said, as her left leg was already aching and couldnât stand.
Seeing this, William Lane pulled the chair back again and asked her sit down, âWhere did you bump it?â
Olivia Lane sat down, looking somewhat dazed. Her mind was racing, trying to figure out how to explain to her brother why she was here late at night.
So she absentmindedly replied, âMy knee.â
William Lane rolled up the pajama legging on her left leg above her knee. Seeing the bruise on her knee, he furrowed his brow, âIâll get the medicine, you wait here and donât move.â
Olivia Lane replied, and obediently waited without moving.
While waiting for William to return, she had already come up with an excuse. She would say that she couldnât sleep and wanted to find a book to read. She also wanted to check her clothes to see if they favored her sister and bought her nicer clothes to wear.
But William just glanced at her, then squatted in front of her to apply the medicine, as if he didnât want to ask her anything.
After applying the medicine, William rubbed his palms together to warm them up, then placed them on her knee and began massaging it.
In the spacious room, the two remained silent in one corner.
William even lowered his head, not even looking at Oliviaâs eyes.
After a while, Olivia noticed something was wrong with her brother and hesitated, âBrother â
Before she could finish her sentence, William looked up at her. He smiled gently, âOlivia, thereâs something I want to tell you.â
Looking at his expression, Oliviaâs hands unconsciously clenched on her thighs. She swallowed and asked, âWh-what is it?â
âThis time, brother  has decided not to return to F Continent.â William looked into her eyes and softly said those words.
He originally planned to tell her before bedtime, so they even had a little drink together.
However, he didnât say it since she seemed so happy.
Olivia looked at him, her pupils gradually dilating, her eyebrows furrowing bit by bit, and finally laughed, âWh-what do you mean not going back to F Continent?â
William looked at her expression, taking a light breath to make his voice sound more normal, âFrom now on, your brother will stay in Imperial Capital with you, okay?â
âStay with me? Why stay with me?â Oliviaâs lips trembled, âI-Iâm grown up now; I donât need you to stay with me.â
âOlivia â
âBrother, I really grew up. I wonât cause trouble anymore, and I will study well at school.â Olivia grasped his sleeve, tears welling up in her eyes, âNext June, I will go to university, and I wonât take a break from school.â
âOlivia, I have already discussed this with grandfather and our parents.â William looked at the tears in her eyes and said softly, âThis is the decision we made after discussing it.â
Oliviaâs tears fell on his hand.
After the first tear, the others followed like a string of pearls, falling down one by one.
âOlivia â
âSister is still in F Continent, how could you all decide to withdraw?â Olivia cried, âWhat if she wants to come back but canât find anyone from our family in F Continent? What if she appears in F Continent tomorrow? What if you arenât there, and no one can recognize her?â
Olivia completely forgot the bunch of excuses she had thought up just moments ago, and she also forgot how she deliberately said they were biased, urging them to return from F Continent.
William wiped her tears, and his own eyes gradually reddened, âOlivia â
His words stopped at his lips, and instead, he said, âThe people in F Continent havenât retreated; itâs just brother who has come back.â
Olivia was not foolish; when he withdrew, it didnât matter if there were people in F Continent or not. It was the same thing.
âHow could we leave sister alone there? How could we leave her alone there? Why did we stop searching? How could we stop searching?â Olivia cried so hard her throat wouldnât make a sound, so she spoke even harder.
William was so heartbroken that he lost his voice too. He stood up and held Olivia in his embrace, gently patting her back.
Olivia buried her face in his chest, crying as if she were suffocating, âSister, why wonât she come back? How can she not come back?â
William patted her back, not making a sound.
After a while, Oliviaâs hand lightly tapped his waist twice, âWhy did we stop searching? Why did we stop searching? Grandfather loves sister so much, how could he agree? Weâll definitely find her; we will find her!â
Williamâs hand, holding Olivia, trembled slightly. He blinked, forcing back his tears.
He mechanically repeated the words in his head.
We will find her.
We will find her.