Chapter 1067

The other girl at the time was definitely Joyce!

She thought about her first meeting with Joyce, who saved her from an

asthma attack in such a critical condition.

She was very impressed with Joyce from the moment she met her.

Today, she even saw Mia's photo.

Joyce looked just the same as Mia.

Did she just inherit Mia's looks?

Did she also inherit her talent in shooting?

Joyce was exactly what a Heath should be like.

Something was wrong. There must be a mistake.

Something must have been wrong with the samples used in the DNA

test back then.

Her heart pounded violently, and she had never been so sure.

It had been twenty years. She spent twenty years looking for her

daughter, and she did not expect such a surprise after four years.

God, why on earth should she be tortured like this.

She jerked to her feet.

The truth was coming out and she must not allow such a mistake to

continue.

Now, there was just one thing to do and soon she could know exactly

the result.

She left her room and went to Charlotte's room.

In the bathroom inside Charlotte's bedroom, she picked up a comb and

removed a few long strands of Charlotte's hair, and carefully put them

into a plastic bag.

She only needed a new paternity test.

She would be able to know if Charlotte was her daughter or not.

As long as Charlotte was not her daughter, it must be Joyce.

She didn't want to hurt Charlotte before the results came out. After all,

they had been together for four years and she truly treated Charlotte as

her daughter.

And, after all the struggle, just now she had thought about it. If really

they were wrong back then, she could still be Charlotte’s godmother,

and she could continue to stay in the Heath residence and live a free

and happy life.

Luther must have known about it since he went out of his way to hint at

her.

He must have felt that she might not believe him if he just came to her.

The only thing he could do was hint at her.

Now, it was up to her to uncover the final layer of truth.

She put away the plastic bag containing Charlotte's hair.

She then wanted to leave Charlotte's room, but she didn't expect that

when she turned around...

Coldly, Charlotte was standing not far away.

Coldly was staring at her. She had never seen such a grim and stiff

look of Charlotte. Those gentle bright eyes of hers were also gone.

At this moment, it was as if Cecelia did not recognize the person

standing in front of her.

"Mom, what are you doing in my room?" Charlotte sounded odd.

"I waited for you downstairs for a long time and you never came

downstairs, so I came up to look for you." Charlotte glanced at Cecelia

and frowned gently, "Didn't you say you were going upstairs to change

into your pajamas? Why haven't you changed yet?"

Cecelia looked down at herself with a slight roll of her eyes, "Oh, look

at me! My memory is getting worse and worse."

She smiled to herself, "Just got upstairs and forgot what I wanted to do.

I have been going around in circles and don't think about it."

"Really? Mom, what are you doing in my room?" Charlotte's voice

turned cold.

"Oh, I was just trying to find you a shirt. Do you see how little you're

wearing?" Cecelia prevaricated.

Charlotte smiled wryly, "But I saw it, Mom. What was it that you just

stuffed into your pocket?"