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This shocking scene scared Gillian Thompson and she hurried over.
She squatted down, patiently hugged Amanda Leaford and said, âMom, donât cry anymore. Even if Ivy comes back, you canât ruin your eyes by crying.â
Daniel Thompson and Joshua Thompson and the others came over, hearing this, they thought she recognized her daughter.
Daniel Thompson, holding Amandaâs hand, softly asked, âAmanda, our daughter is back. You donât have to worry about her suffering outside anymore.â
Daniel Thompson looked at Lola Jones standing by and motioned to her.
Lola hesitated for a moment before finally walking over.
âLook, our daughter is standing right in front of us. Weâll never be separated again.â Daniel Thompson held Lolaâs hand, placing it over Amandaâs.
Amanda was still looking at Lola, puzzled.
Seeing his father obviously missing the point, Joshua Thompson coldly reminded him, âDad, look at what Mom is holding in her hand.â
Only then did Daniel Thomoson notice the thing in Amandaâs hand.
It was a piece of cotton cloth, without any patterns, somewhat yellowed. His own wife held it tightly as if it were a rare treasure.
Seeing the cloth, Daniel Thompson thought for a moment, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He quickly asked, âWhere did this come from?â
Gillian Thompson couldnât tell what it was, but since her mother cherished it so much, it must have some significance.
The cloth was white and somewhat yellowed, showing its age.
Gillian Thompson thought for a moment, then glanced at Lola Jones.
âThis is Ivyâs.â Amanda answered first, carefully folding the cloth and holding it by her heart.
Gillian Thompson took another look at the cloth. It seemed familiar; she must have seen it somewhere before but couldnât remember.
Daniel Thompson looked at Lola and asked with a tremble, âIs this yours?â
Seeing Amanda cherish the cloth, Lola was about to deny it, but was preempted by Gillian, who said, âThis is Lolaâs. I saw it on her desk before.â The words got stuck in Lolaâs throat.
To admit that this rag was her own thing would take tremendous courage,
From yesterday until today, her eyes had been dazzled by the wealth of the Thompson family, especially the three elder brothers, who were really handsome.
For a family as rich as the Thompsons, she would temporarily assume Ivy Thompsonâs identity and stay. Even if she couldnât become the fourth daughter of the Thompson family, what if she and one of the handsome men got together?
Having thought it through, Lola accepted it more easily.
âYes, Iâve carried this cloth with me since I was a child. I donât know how it fell out. â
Seeing her smug expression, Gillian Thompson clenched her teeth, made a fist, and rolled her eyes in her heart.
This Lola Jones really knew how to climb up the ladder.
Hearing her words, Daniel Thompson was very delighted: âl guess this is Ivyâs saliva cloth. That era was popular for pinning a saliva cloth on a child for easy wiping of drool. I didnât expect you to still have it after all these years.â
Lola was also somewhat touched: âl knew from a young age that I was not born in that family. My foster parents abroad never hid my identity, including this saliva cloth, which they also gave me.â
âDid your foster parents only give you this one?â Daniel Thompson wanted to confirm further, âIs there anything else? Clothes or shoes.â
Seeing Daniel Thompson already entered questioning mode, Lola couldnât join the conversation for a moment.
She looked nervously at Gillian Thompson.
Gillian Thompson pulled Daniel Thompson and coaxed, âDad, letâs wait for the identification result and ask Lolaâs foster parents directly then. Itâs been a long time; she may not necessarily remember.â
âThatâs true.â Daniel Thompson laughed, âBut I donât think we need the identification result. This saliva cloth is an important item, enough to prove
Lolaâs identity.â
Daniel Thompson had already identified Lolaâs identity.
Joshua Thompson watched every move of Lola and didnât miss any subtle expressions on her face.
Whether this cloth was Lolaâs or not still needed to be verified, but the clothâs appearance here was indeed bizarre.
Looking at the whole event, too many coincidences were involved.
He walked over to Damian Thompson and whispered, âHas this Lola Jones been investigated?â
Joshua Thompson nodded: âSo far, thereâs no problem with the investigation, and the timing can be basically matched.â n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Damian Thompson pursed his lips: âThen, itâs just the identification result weâre waiting for.â
âIâll go out for a while.â Damian Thompson gestured to Daniel Thompson. âKeep an eye on him, donât let him impulsively organize a press conference. It would be so embarrassing if we got the wrong person.â
Joshua Thompson laughed, his eyes curving like crescent moons: âDonât worry. I wonât admit this sister before the identification result comes out.â
Damian Thompson felt reassured as he nodded, picked up the car keys, and headed towards the underground garage.
The time had come; he had to get the results.
Seeing Damian Thompson leave, Gillian Thompson blinked her eyes and quietly sent a message to Isabelle Richardson.
The weather was clear, and Molly Walker woke up early after a good nightâs
She was making breakfast in her room when she heard the sound of a car outside.
Looking out the window, the familiar Maybach parked at the door, with the car door opening, and Michael Gallagher stepped out.
He wore a white T-shirt and black pants, with messy hair drooping in front of his brow, covering the darkness in his eyes.
Molly Walker was surprised.
Why is he here?!
So eager for the divorce?
The morning light filtered through the leaves and dappled the manâs face, making it alternately bright and dark, handsome, and cold.
The man glanced towards the house.
Soon, Mollyâs phone rang.
âHello?â
Michael Gallagherâs deep voice came through: âIâm at your front door.â
âHave you had breakfast?â Molly didnât react and continued with her noodle making.
He hesitated for a few seconds before asking, âDo you have any extra?â
Molly chuckled lightly: âYes.â
Today was their divorce day, and she had already become much calmer. At least when facing him, her emotions seldom fluctuated.
Time could heal everything.
Molly opened the door in the yard, and Michael Gallagher walked in.
Seeing Molly wearing an apron, Michael Gallagher was taken aback.
With clear eyes and a faint smile on her lips, her waist-length hair casually tied up and placed on her chest, the beige apron added a touch of gentleness to her beautiful features.
He had never seen her so leisurely before.
Back at the villa, whenever he came home late, she would take the initiative to ask if he was hungry, and without alerting Aunt, she would cook him late-night snacks, always carefully asking if he liked the taste.
Once, he came home late to find her asleep on the sofa, holding a nutrition guide in her hand.
That was when he realized that her cooking skills were good, acquired through secretly practicing.
He sat at the table, and a bowl of noodles was placed in front of him. âl didnât know you were coming, so I already put chili in the soup.â
Seeing him staring at the noodles, Molly thought he was looking at the floating chili bits.
âCan you eat spicy food?â Michael Gallagher asked.
Molly was taken aback. She recalled that she had said she didnât eat spicy food to accommodate his taste during her years in the Gallagher family, even though she was able to tolerate it.
Now with Michael Gallagher asking, she was at a loss for words..
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