Chapter 1066

Cecelia knew that Luther had extraordinary feelings for Joyce.

Since Joyce's disappearance, Luther had been dedicated to finding

Joyce over the years.

He would not move on so quickly.

So, since Zora suddenly appeared next to Luther, she could not think of

any other possibility than that Zora was Joyce herself.

At this moment, she felt so much more glad, if indeed she was right

about everything.

If Joyce was no longer alive, what was the point even if she found out

about the truth?

She could not accept such a tragic truth.

Hopefully, Luther had found Joyce and had found the truth.

She seemed to remember something and hurried back to her room to

continue rummaging and retrieve the paternity report from four years

ago.

She opened it up and read it through. Although perhaps there was

nothing wrong with the report, she remembered that there was another

sample from another girl back then. If there was a mistake in the

middle, they might have gotten the wrong result. She searched around

and could not find the DNA identification report of the other girl.

She should not have taken it back together at that time.

So, in the end, was the other girl Joyce?

Suddenly, she thought of something, something that had been forgotten

for too long.

At that time, the police department had brought them along to Khebury

Orphanage and they asked Ms. Armstrong many questions on the spot.

She remembered that the police made a statement. And, she made a

copy for her file.

After too many unsuccessful searches, she left the file behind each

time, in case she would need it again someday.

Only she knew what kind of hardships she had gone through in her

long journey of finding her daughter.

It hurt so much that she did not even dare to think about it.

So, when she found Charlotte, she immediately dusted off these painful

memories and put the documents into the bottom of the box. She would

never want to think about it again for the rest of her life.

With this in mind, she hurried to the small room next to the master

bedroom.

With trembling hands, she found the key she hadn't used in years and

opened the box.

With the lid lifted, a refreshing fragrance of camphor wood wafted out.

She took a deep breath. Khebury Orphanage was the last place she

searched, so naturally, the document was on the top. She saw it at

once, the long-dusted transcript.

She read through the pages and the words that were a record of the

painful past.

One disappointment after another.

Again and again, hope was rekindled.

Week in and week out.

She looked carefully and found this description in the transcript, in a

conversation with Ms. Armstrong.

"Oh, that year, we got so many new children coming in, and many of

them were adopted and taken away. I have a deep impression of

Joyce, and she is the pride of our orphanage. There was someone who

wanted to adopt her, but she didn't agree, so the process never worked

out. So she has remained in the orphanage all the time. About the other

children... Charlotte is the same age, so she must come here at the

same time. There are two other boys, but they are certainly not what

you are looking for. Officer, I can't remember that many people. I'll have

to go back and look through the information and then I'll give you a list

of children who actually qualify.”

Cecelia held the transcript in her hand.

She could not help but have moist eyes.

So that was really the truth!