• Prev Chapter
  • Background
    Font family
    Font size
    Line hieght
    Full frame
    No line breaks
  • Next Chapter

Chapter 36: Chapter 36 Our Daughter is Back

Translator: 549690339

This shocking scene scared Gillian Thompson and she hurried over.

She squatted down, patiently hugged Amanda Leaford and said, “Mom, don’t cry anymore. Even if Ivy comes back, you can’t ruin your eyes by crying.”

Daniel Thompson and Joshua Thompson and the others came over, hearing this, they thought she recognized her daughter.

Daniel Thompson, holding Amanda’s hand, softly asked, “Amanda, our daughter is back. You don’t have to worry about her suffering outside anymore.”

Daniel Thompson looked at Lola Jones standing by and motioned to her.

Lola hesitated for a moment before finally walking over.

“Look, our daughter is standing right in front of us. We’ll never be separated again.” Daniel Thompson held Lola’s hand, placing it over Amanda’s.

Amanda was still looking at Lola, puzzled.

Seeing his father obviously missing the point, Joshua Thompson coldly reminded him, “Dad, look at what Mom is holding in her hand.”

Only then did Daniel Thomoson notice the thing in Amanda’s hand.

It was a piece of cotton cloth, without any patterns, somewhat yellowed. His own wife held it tightly as if it were a rare treasure.

Seeing the cloth, Daniel Thompson thought for a moment, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He quickly asked, “Where did this come from?”

Gillian Thompson couldn’t tell what it was, but since her mother cherished it so much, it must have some significance.

The cloth was white and somewhat yellowed, showing its age.

Gillian Thompson thought for a moment, then glanced at Lola Jones.

“This is Ivy’s.” Amanda answered first, carefully folding the cloth and holding it by her heart.

Gillian Thompson took another look at the cloth. It seemed familiar; she must have seen it somewhere before but couldn’t remember.

Daniel Thompson looked at Lola and asked with a tremble, “Is this yours?”

Seeing Amanda cherish the cloth, Lola was about to deny it, but was preempted by Gillian, who said, “This is Lola’s. I saw it on her desk before.” The words got stuck in Lola’s throat.

To admit that this rag was her own thing would take tremendous courage,

From yesterday until today, her eyes had been dazzled by the wealth of the Thompson family, especially the three elder brothers, who were really handsome.

For a family as rich as the Thompsons, she would temporarily assume Ivy Thompson’s identity and stay. Even if she couldn’t become the fourth daughter of the Thompson family, what if she and one of the handsome men got together?

Having thought it through, Lola accepted it more easily.

“Yes, I’ve carried this cloth with me since I was a child. I don’t know how it fell out. ”

Seeing her smug expression, Gillian Thompson clenched her teeth, made a fist, and rolled her eyes in her heart.

This Lola Jones really knew how to climb up the ladder.

Hearing her words, Daniel Thompson was very delighted: “l guess this is Ivy’s saliva cloth. That era was popular for pinning a saliva cloth on a child for easy wiping of drool. I didn’t expect you to still have it after all these years.”

Lola was also somewhat touched: “l knew from a young age that I was not born in that family. My foster parents abroad never hid my identity, including this saliva cloth, which they also gave me.”

“Did your foster parents only give you this one?” Daniel Thompson wanted to confirm further, “Is there anything else? Clothes or shoes.”

Seeing Daniel Thompson already entered questioning mode, Lola couldn’t join the conversation for a moment.

She looked nervously at Gillian Thompson.

Gillian Thompson pulled Daniel Thompson and coaxed, “Dad, let’s wait for the identification result and ask Lola’s foster parents directly then. It’s been a long time; she may not necessarily remember.”

“That’s true.” Daniel Thompson laughed, “But I don’t think we need the identification result. This saliva cloth is an important item, enough to prove

Lola’s identity.”

Daniel Thompson had already identified Lola’s identity.

Joshua Thompson watched every move of Lola and didn’t miss any subtle expressions on her face.

Whether this cloth was Lola’s or not still needed to be verified, but the cloth’s appearance here was indeed bizarre.

Looking at the whole event, too many coincidences were involved.

He walked over to Damian Thompson and whispered, “Has this Lola Jones been investigated?”

Joshua Thompson nodded: “So far, there’s no problem with the investigation, and the timing can be basically matched.”

Damian Thompson pursed his lips: “Then, it’s just the identification result we’re waiting for.”

“I’ll go out for a while.” Damian Thompson gestured to Daniel Thompson. “Keep an eye on him, don’t let him impulsively organize a press conference. It would be so embarrassing if we got the wrong person.”

Joshua Thompson laughed, his eyes curving like crescent moons: “Don’t worry. I won’t admit this sister before the identification result comes out.”

Damian Thompson felt reassured as he nodded, picked up the car keys, and headed towards the underground garage.

The time had come; he had to get the results.

Seeing Damian Thompson leave, Gillian Thompson blinked her eyes and quietly sent a message to Isabelle Richardson.

The weather was clear, and Molly Walker woke up early after a good night’s

She was making breakfast in her room when she heard the sound of a car outside.

Looking out the window, the familiar Maybach parked at the door, with the car door opening, and Michael Gallagher stepped out.

He wore a white T-shirt and black pants, with messy hair drooping in front of his brow, covering the darkness in his eyes.

Molly Walker was surprised.

Why is he here?!

So eager for the divorce?

The morning light filtered through the leaves and dappled the man’s face, making it alternately bright and dark, handsome, and cold.

The man glanced towards the house.

Soon, Molly’s phone rang.

“Hello?”

Michael Gallagher’s deep voice came through: “I’m at your front door.”

“Have you had breakfast?” Molly didn’t react and continued with her noodle making.

He hesitated for a few seconds before asking, “Do you have any extra?”

Molly chuckled lightly: “Yes.”

Today was their divorce day, and she had already become much calmer. At least when facing him, her emotions seldom fluctuated.

Time could heal everything.

Molly opened the door in the yard, and Michael Gallagher walked in.

Seeing Molly wearing an apron, Michael Gallagher was taken aback.

With clear eyes and a faint smile on her lips, her waist-length hair casually tied up and placed on her chest, the beige apron added a touch of gentleness to her beautiful features.

He had never seen her so leisurely before.

Back at the villa, whenever he came home late, she would take the initiative to ask if he was hungry, and without alerting Aunt, she would cook him late-night snacks, always carefully asking if he liked the taste.

Once, he came home late to find her asleep on the sofa, holding a nutrition guide in her hand.

That was when he realized that her cooking skills were good, acquired through secretly practicing.

He sat at the table, and a bowl of noodles was placed in front of him. “l didn’t know you were coming, so I already put chili in the soup.”

Seeing him staring at the noodles, Molly thought he was looking at the floating chili bits.

“Can you eat spicy food?” Michael Gallagher asked.

Molly was taken aback. She recalled that she had said she didn’t eat spicy food to accommodate his taste during her years in the Gallagher family, even though she was able to tolerate it.

Now with Michael Gallagher asking, she was at a loss for words..

Follow current novels on freewe(b)novel.c(o)m

Use arrow keys (or A / D) to PREV/NEXT chapter