Chapter 392

If Janet returned to the Wilcox family, wouldn’t Yelena have to give up her position as the eldest daughter?
Absolutely not!
…
Inside the car, Juniper turned to Janet. “Are you and Trent close?” she asked casually.
“Huh?” Janet put down her schoolbag, her brow furrowed. “We were strangers before, we never really interacted. But in the last few years, he’s started meeting with me occasionally, sometimes offering money
“But we never took it,” Janet added quickly, muttering, “I don’t want to get involved with the Wilcox family.”
She couldn’t even figure out Trent’s intentions. Didn’t the entire Wilcox family look down on her and her mother? The man was being inexplicably strange.
“Good,” Juniper said with a satisfied smirk, raising an eyebrow. “He doesn’t look like a good guy.”
“Okay,” Janet nodded obediently. Whatever Juniper said was right.
Meanwhile, Harold’s DNA comparison results with his parents were in.
“Well?” Harold asked, sitting on the sofa and staring grimly at his assistant.
“Dr. Houston, you were right,” the assistant said, holding the report with a troubled expression. “You and Mr. Faulkner Houston have no biological relationship.”
Harold felt his body tense, his breathing becoming shallow. Even though he had prepared himself for this, the confirmation still left him feeling lost.
“Also—” the assistant paused for a few seconds before continuing, “you have no biological relationship with Mrs. Houston either.”
For a moment, the assistant didn’t
know whether to be relieved or sympathetic. The good news was that Mrs. Houston hadn’t been unfaithful. The sympathy was for Dr. Houston, who, it turned out, wasn’t their biological son.
Harold took the two reports and compared them over and over. The results were irrefutable. So, he really wasn’t his parents’ biological son But from what he could remember, his parents had never adopted a child and his personal records from birth to the present were complete. Surely he hadn’t been kidnapped, right?
And then there was the mysterious amnesia he suffered before the age of thirteen.
Too many questions weighed on his mind, making it hard to breathe.
“As for the information on Ms. Payne you asked me to find The
assistant pulled a file from the folder and placed it in front of Harold.. “There’s very little. We only know she was an orphan and recently found her brother.”
With that, the assistant placed photos of Juniper and Jimmie on the table.
Harold looked down, studying their faces. They looked very much alike, clearly biological siblings.
So, when had he met Juniper? He must have interacted with her extensively at some point; otherwise, his heart wouldn’t race every time he saw her.
“Book me a flight,” Harold said, putting down the photos. His head was pounding. “I’m going back to Australis to figure this out.”
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At that moment, at Era Media, Jimmie had just finished a shoot when he received a call from Shanley.
“You need to prepare yourself for this,” Shanley said, his voice low and heavy.
“Go on,” Jimmie said, clutching his phone, trying to remain calm. “Is there news about my brother?”
“Yes,” Shanley replied, his voice slightly hoarse. “Fifteen years ago, a hospital did treat a boy who had washed ashore. But he didn’t make it through the first twenty- four hours. He passed away.”
“What?” Jimmie froze, his mind going completely blank.