Dr.
Larson chuckled.
âYeah, they were, but I always keep backups.
Itâs my habit.
â
Ariana felt a wave of joy and gratitude.
She poured a glass of wine for Dr.
Larson, smiling and saying, âDr.
Larson, youâre not just a wizard with plastic surgery; youâre also a real lifesaver.
â
They clinked glasses, and Ariana kept the praise coming, hoping he wouldnât forget his promise when he sobered up.
On the first floor, the party was in full swing, and the air was filled with laughter, the sound of clinking glasses, and Lively conversation.
But on the fourth floor, it was as quiet.
Judy, who had finished cleaning downstairs, glanced around to make sure no one was watching before sneaking upstairs with a bundle of fresh linen.
She reached the fourth floor, checked to make sure it was empty, and slipped into Rodneyâs study.
The study was pitch-black, and Judy felt a shiver of nerves.
She didnât dare turn on the lights, so she used her phoneâs flashlight to hunt for the photo album Rodney had shown her before.
Luckily, the room wasnât too messy, and Judy soon found the album she was looking for.
As Judy laid eyes on the photo album, her body trembled uncontrollably, her heart pounding loudly.
She was on the brink of unraveling the mysteries that had consumed her thoughts for days.
Quietly praying, Judy nervously opened the album and swiftly turned to the final page.
Upon seeing the photo, her mind went blank; she was utterly stunned.
The flashlight from her phone illuminated the picture, clearly showing a birthmark on the baby that matched the one on Arianaâs back.
Judy was in disbelief.
She was about to examine the photo more closely and capture it when she heard Catalinaâs voice calling her from outside.
In a panic, Judy swiftly closed the album and left the room.
Catalina noticed Judyâs pale appearance as Judy descended the stairs and approached her with concern, asking, âWhat were you doing upstairs? You seem a bit off.
Are you feeling okay?â
Judy, still thinking about the photo, quickly fabricated an excuse.
âOh, itâs nothing.
I was just tidying up some linens.
I hurried down the stairs and nearly twisted my ankle, but I caught the railing; Iâm alright.
â
Catalina nodded understandingly and instructed her to go serve the soup.
Judy made her way to the kitchen, her thoughts in turmoil as she replayed the image of the photo and Arianaâs birthmark in her mind repeatedly.
Was it possible that Ariana was Rodneyâs granddaughter?
Yet, Ariana was known as the cherished daughter of the Edwards family.
How could she have ties to the Chadwick family? It didnât add up.
Despite Judyâs attempts to soothe herself, the striking resemblance between the birthmarks was difficult to overlook.
If Ariana was indeed Rodneyâs granddaughter, she would be Mitchelâs sisterâ¦
Judyâs thoughts were so consuming that she nearly scalded herself while pouring the soup.