Chapter 486

But hearing her name and seeing her name were two completely

different things. When he saw the hot-stamped name on her business

card, it gave him an instant sense of familiarity. The more he thought

about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

"Yes. Mr. Heath, would you like something for an afternoon snack?"

"No need. Thank you for taking care of me. You can just do whatever

you need to do, no need to stay with me." Rodney said kindly.

"Yes, Mr. Heath." Manager Foster gave a dry laugh.

She agreed, but she dared not leave. She could never make any

mistake about Mr. Heath. She hastily ordered the other waiters to bring

the exquisite afternoon tea snacks, all healthy and non-sweet pastries.

After Rodney sat down for a few moments, thanks to the foundation he

build when he was much younger, he felt that his strength was mostly

restored. He stood up and said to Manager Foster, "I'm leaving now,

thank you for your hospitality.”

Manager Foster hurriedly and solicitously asked, “Let me call a cab for

you."

"I'l call it myself."

Rodney refused and then slowly walked out of Riveria Haze by himself.

Manager Foster was relieved to see Mr. Heath's old yet strong back

finally disappearing behind Riveria Haze's front door. It was a great

relief to see him off, and she had been so worried.

She patted her chest, smoothed her breath, and ordered the others,

"Just go back to your duties!"

She then hurriedly busied herself with the regular meeting.

On the other hand, Rodney hailed a cab and headed alone to the

identification center in Khebury.

Soon, the cab arrived.

He got out of the car and walked straight into the door of the

identification center. It hadn't been long since, and he remembered the

place he picked up his report and the staff member who handed it to

him, called Tom.

He walked directly to the innermost part of the identification center,

went up and asked, "Is Tom in today?"

A female staff member came out to greet him and replied with a smile,

"He is off today, Mister, what do you want to see him? Or you can talk

to me, just call me Ava, and see if I can help you.”

"Oh, I am here for a report, about four months ago. If you know about

that, it's just the same to ask you." Rodney sat down in a chair in the

identification center, more or less exhausted from his severe

rheumatism. It had been hard for him to walk and he happened to be

out today without his cane.

“I can help you with that. Can you tell me what report you want to

check?" Ava asked dutifully.

"At that time we the Heath family sent you two samples from the

orphanage for paternity test, and one of the children was Charlotte. You

should have heard of this. I would like to know the name of the other

girl." Rodney spoke with a serious expression.

"Oh, so you are the Mr. Heath! I have heard about the story of your

family successfully finding your daughter! Yes, it was indeed our center

that did the identification. Our leaders had a celebration party for this.

I'm going to check it out for you." Ava said excitedly.

"Thanks." Rodney was very polite and not snobbish at all.

Ava went into the documents room, opened the computer records, and

quickly found the records of that time.

She came out and said to Rodney, "Mr. Heath, the other girl's name ..."

Rodney listened and felt his heart rise to his throat.

"It's Joyce, Joyce Knowles," Ava said with deliberate emphasis, for Mr.

Heath to hear more clearly.