Chapter 429

The police officer looked at Esther with sympathy. He had taken her statement before and knew how painstakingly she had tried to find her daughter. After finding her, she underwent three consecutive DNA tests, yet the outcome remained unchanged.

“The DNA test shows that Pixie is not Ms. Quill’s child,” the police officer revealed.

Esther had a sinking feeling the moment the police officer looked at her with sympathetic eyes. A buzzing sound filled her ears when all her worst suspicions became a reality. Her legs gave way, and she uncontrollably fell forward.

Anna quickly caught Esther and asked worriedly, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Esther steadied herself, unwilling to accept the truth. She asked the police officer again, “Pixie really isn’t my daughter?”

“Yes, madam,” the police officer said sympathetically.

“The police department oversaw the result of this DNA test to ensure there is no data. deviation,” he earnestly explained.

Esther understood the officer’s meaning. He was saying that the DNA test this time was accurate and reliable. That meant that the three consecutive tests had consistently proved that Pixie was not her daughter.

If Pixie was not her daughter, where was her daughter?

No! Pixie was not her daughter, so what should she do about Pixie?

Susan’s face lit up upon hearing the latest DNA test result. Before arriving here, she had sought advice from a lawyer. The lawyer had emphasized that the crucial aspect of the entire situation hinged on whether Esther was truly Pixie’s biological mother.

If it turned out that Esther wasn’t Pixie’s biological mother, then Susan and her husband would remain Pixie’s rightful legal guardians. Esther wouldn’t hold any authority over Pixie’s matters. Additionally, this would allow them to potentially use Pixie’s organs to save Maria once the current commotion settled.

Susan looked at the police officer and said with joy, “Officer, can I go see Pixie now?”

“Yes.”

The officer agreed. Susan gave Esther a cold smirk before pushing open the door. She didn’t care about Esther at all. To Susan, Esther was insignificant, like an ant.

Once Susan entered Pixie’s room, Esther slowly started to come to terms with the fact that Pixie was not her daughter. In fact, it wasn’t too difficult for her to accept. The previous two DNA tests had already proved that Pixie wasn’t hers.

Even so, Esther still held onto a small glimmer of hope.

What if Pixie was hers?

Unfortunately, the answer was clear: Pixie was not her daughter.

So, where was her real daughter?

“Officer, Pixie…”

The police officer sympathized with Esther and spoke gently. “Ms. Quill, according to our country’s laws, Pixie already has her parents.”

“But… their intention in adopting Pixie is to use her organs to save their biological child. They don’t really want…”