Chapter 693: Chapter 693: The Result of the Paternity Test is……
Yolanda didn’t argue back.
Chris Fern drove, bringing Yolanda along to the hotel.
Through the fog, the black car moved like a swift.
The downtown area was still bright with lights and bustling with activity.
Watching the crowd and flickering lights, Yolanda started to calm down.
She sat in the passenger seat, right hand propping her forehead up.
Suddenly, she frowned—
“Chris, don’t you think that the appearance of Lilac Serval was too sudden? We’ve been searching for Chale Cheney’s mother for so long, but she only appeared now.”
“Don’t overthink it, wasn’t she in a car accident at that time? Her mobility was affected. It’s normal that she didn’t show up.”
Yolanda furrowed her brows.
Was she overthinking it?
“Chris, finish up the work quickly. Let’s go back to Lonton as soon as possible.”
“Sure, I’ll speed it up.”
Chris Fern always stayed with Yolanda all the way to the hotel, sticking with her through every step.
Serving tea and running errands, he did everything he could.
Getting to the hotel, Yolanda felt much more at ease.
Listening to the sound of the cars outside the window, she gradually fell asleep.
Jasmine Yale was unable to fall asleep. Holding soft little body of Little Chale, she stared at the ceiling.
Turning off the lights, the bedroom was pitch black.
She hadn’t gotten a chance to digest what had happened during the day.
There was still no response from Sylvan Cheney.
“Mmm…Mommy…” Little Chale mumbled in his sleep.
Jasmine Yale lowered her head, hugging him a little closer.
It turned out that his biological mother was so heartless, so uncaring, willing to give up anything for money.
Every time she thought of Lilac Serval, Jasmine Yale furrowed her brows.
Sylvan Cheney, aren’t you stupid, why did you give your property to Chale Cheney’s mother?
Now, even if she wanted to fight, she had no way to do so.
The results of the daytime DNA test… confirmed that Lilac Serval and Chale Cheney indeed shared a blood relationship.
Jasmine Yale was exhausted.
Just then, Jasmine Yale received Ann Nolan’s call.
“Hello, Ann?” Afraid to wake up the little guy, Jasmine Yale lowered her voice and got out of bed.
“Jasmine, I’m outside your villa. Can I come in?” There was weariness in Ann’s voice.
“What happened? Why are you not back home so late? Didn’t you go to the Even Mountain Vacation Area?” Jasmine Yale was surprised. “I’ll be right there, hold on.”
Saying this, Jasmine Yale opened the bedroom door and went downstairs.
Turning on the light, sure enough, a white car was parked outside the villa.
Through the fog, Ann stood at the car door, her gaze hazy.
The wind lifted her scarf, her hair was disheveled, and even her eyes were rimmed red.
“Ann!” Jasmine Yale called out, rushing toward her.
“Jasmine!” Ann embraced Jasmine Yale.
“It must be cold out, come in quickly.” Jasmine Yale took her hand.
“I’m sorry for disturbing you so late. I just need someone to talk to, I’m probably being too willful.” Ann caught Jasmine Yale’s hand.
Her eyebrows knit together slightly, her eyes full of boundless sorrow.
Jasmine Yale quickly led her into the house.
The living room was heated, and Jasime Yale also made a cup of hot tea for her.
Ann exchanged her shoes for slippers and took off her coat.
“Ann, what’s happened?” Jasmine Yale asked as they sat down.
She noticed that Ann looked terrible, her face tired and pale, her eyes red, and her hair dry and frizzy.
Ann, a usually elegant lady, currently seemed somewhat defeated.
A pang shot through Jasmine Yale’s heart.