NOVPUBChapter 1170: 529 Father and Daughter_3 Chapter 1170: 529 Father and Daughter_3 The postman respectfully asked, “Is Miss Charlotte Aria living here?”
“Yes, she is the young lady of our house,” Loretta nodded in response.
The postman handed her an envelope, saying, “This is a letter for your mistress, please receive it.”
Loretta reached out to accept it and signed for it.
After that, the postman left.
The recipient was indeed Charlotte Aria, but the sender’s column was blank.
Loretta furrowed her brows.
As far as she knew, Charlotte never shopped online.
Going by the feel of it, it seemed to be a letter.
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However, all of Charlotte’s various correspondences usually were mailed to her school.
Why would it be sent to her house?
Cradling the letter, Loretta went into Charlotte’s bedroom and left it on the desk.
As she reached the doorway, she couldn’t help but glance back.
It wasn’t out of curiosity about the content, but given the current circumstances, she had to be extra vigilant.
Charlotte has been acting unusually these days.
Just three days ago, Loretta discovered that Charlotte had been sneaking in and out of the young master’s room.
Just as she was about to turn away, she heard a servant’s voice from downstairs, “Miss Charlotte is back.”
Immediately, Loretta left Charlotte’s room and bumped into Charlotte on the stairs.
Stepping aside she said, “Miss Charlotte, I have just received a letter addressed to you placed it on the desk in your room.”
“Thank you, Sister Loretta,” Charlotte Aria replied with a small smile.
“Just doing my job.”
“Tomorrow is Grandma’s birthday party.
Sister Loretta, you’ve been running around busy these days, you must be exhausted.
You’ve lost a lot of weight.”
Loretta humorlessly laughed, “There’s still much to do before the banquet.
Please excuse me, Miss Charlotte.”
Charlotte glanced at her, slung her backpack on, and headed upstairs.
Returning to her room, Charlotte saw the envelope on her desk, quickly locked the door and walked over to pick it up.
The seal on the letter was untouched, showing no signs of human interference.
Taking a moment to steady herself, Charlotte slowly opened the envelope.
Inside was a piece of a DNA identification report.
Without reading the details, Charlotte’s eyes directly fell upon the concluding line of the results.
Based on the genetic structure analysis, the Relative Chance of Paternity (RCP) is over 99%
“How is this possible…?” The disbelief in Charlotte’s voice echoed through the room.
Dozens of genetic markers, all identical, 100% match for parent-offspring relationship.
Her shaking fingers dialed the bounty hunter’s number, she demanded, “There’s an error in the test results.”
The indifferent voice on the other end replied, “I oversaw it personally, there can’t be any errors.
If Ms.
Aria doesn’t believe the results, then there’s nothing I can do about it.”
“How is this possible?
How can this be?” Charlotte was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
There’s no way Aubree could be my uncle’s biological daughter.
This is absolutely preposterous.
There must be an error in the test results, there has to be.
“Ms.
Aria, deceiving oneself is pointless,” the person on the other end reminded.
Taking a deep breath, Charlotte regained her calm and spoke, “The remaining payment will be transferred to your account on time, please uphold your professional ethics and keep this matter to yourself.”
“Please be at ease, Ms.
Aria.”
Charlotte only provided the sample, the bounty hunter wouldn’t possibly know the sample donor’s identity.
After she hung up, Charlotte collapsed to the floor.
As the last ray of the setting sun was replaced by the night, the room plunged into darkness.
The night was starless and moonless, the earth was oppressive and turbulent, like the calm before the storm.
In the pitch-black darkness, Charlotte sat motionlessly until a knock on her door shook her from her thoughts.
“Miss Charlotte, it’s time for dinner,” called the soft voice from the other side of the door.
Charlotte stashed the identification report into her backpack, washed her face in the bathroom, changed into comfortable clothes and went downstairs.
Even before she approached, she could make out Catherine Liam’s ranting voice, “Why are there only so few tables?
Loretta, this is not like you.
Is this not a slap in the face for the Arias?
Outsiders will think we are too poor to afford more banquet tables.”
“That’s Madam’s decision.
Madam knows it too.
She does not believe in lavish waste, and the young Master is simply adhering to her wishes.”
“This should be a situation where we can show off the Arias family’s rank and propriety.
Our uncle, he really lets our mother have her way in everything!.”
Frustration built up in Charlotte’s mind.
At that moment, there were footsteps approaching, followed by the cheerful voice of the servant, “The young Master is back.”
The sound made Charlotte hesitate, narrowed her eyes, and looked forward.
The man was dressed in a black coat, standing tall and graceful.
His outstanding demeanor made him seem like a piece of cold jade.
No one was ever able to warm his heart.
Once upon a time, her uncle was her ideal mate.
She thought in her lifetime, she wouldn’t come across another man as stunning as him.
In her mind masked and unmasked images of Aubree Groove superimposed over the handsome man before her.
All those details that were overlooked, were now coming to her in waves.
How did she not notice before, the striking resemblance between the two in their eyebrows and eyes.
