Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

“The paper report would take forever to format, and I can see you’re all on edge. So, I’ll just project the data on the screen. Take a look,” he said, gesturing toward the large LED display that lit up with an array of colorful graphics and figures.

Everyone turned to look, their eyes darting across the screen, trying to make sense of the

information overload.

Ablett, who already knew the outcome, didn’t even bother to glance up.

Yuna sat deflated in a corner, silent and still, like a punctured balloon, waiting for the

inevitable.

Penelope, after staring at the screen for what felt like an eternity, turned to the doctor and asked impatiently, “Doc, it’s all just numbers and jargon. Can you just tell us straight-is Yuna my daughter or not?”

The doctor cleared his throat and said, “I’ve extracted 23 pairs of chromosomes from their blood samples. There’s a 99.99% match at every genetic marker. There’s no doubt about it-your husband and this young lady are biologically related.”

The room fell silent as the doctor’s words dropped like a bombshell. Ablett and Yuna both stood up, their faces a picture of disbelief.

How could Yuna possibly be Hackett’s daughter? Ablett knew all too well who Hackett’s daughter was-it was Marguerite, the infant he had brought home all those years ago!

Their eyes turned to Zoe, who let out a sigh of relief as if a massive weight had been lifted

off her shoulders.

In that moment, Ablett had realized something. He clenched his fists, a surge coursing through him. Zoe, that bitch, had cheated on him!

of rage

Meanwhile, Marguerite had not held much hope, so her disappointment wasn’t as profound.

Hackett, red with fury, pointed a finger at Robert and bellowed, “Are you happy now? Go and apologize to Yuna! With evidence this solid, do Marguerite and I even need to test? Forget it! This is an absolute circus! You and I will settle this later!”

Robert and Frederick were equally stunned. Unable to digest the news, Frederick stormed out of the lab to the end of the hallway, lighting up a cigarette to calm his nerves.

Robert, however, was not ready to accept the dutcome. He stepped forward, his voice laced with skepticism. “Doc, you do realize if this was tampered with, the consequences for you would be severe, right?”

The doctor, known for her short temper, had already had a rough day with Robert and Frederick barging into the lab, shooing everyone out until only she was left. She had

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worked tirelessly for them, thankless as it was, and now faced threats.

Irritated as she was, she knew better than to cross the Fitzgeralds. With a gloomy face, she replied, “Mr. Fitzgerald, you watched me draw the blood. You saw me process the data. I was alone in the lab, didn’t take calls, didn’t wear headphones-no contact with the outside world.

The final results? They’re straight from the machine. I haven’t even had time to print out the report, let alone tamper with it. So, what’s left not to trust?” Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Yuna, finally catching on to the gravity of the situation, ignored Ablett’s seething rage and leaped into Hackett’s arms, her face alight with joy.

“Dad! You’re my dad, my real dad! Oh, I’m so happy! No! I’m not Yuna anymore, from now on, I’m your Nina! Dad! I’m Nina!”

Hackett, his face softening with paternal love, hugged her tightly, his laughter filled with contentment. “Why are you so surprised? You’ve always been my daughter!”

Yuna nodded vigorously. “Yes! I’m your daughter! Past, present, and future, I carry your blood in my veins! I’m so overjoyed!”

So it turned out she was not the daughter of some casino owner, nor was she a nobody from the countryside.

She was the legitimate heiress of the illustrious Fitzgerald family! She was the heiress!

And all thanks to her mother, Zoe, who had laid out this path for her.