Three days later, Eleanor Sterling received the results from Liam Keene, who sent them directly to her, letting her review them herself.
Knowing the results were out, Estelle Sterling couldn’t wait and immediately called Liam Keene.
"Hey, are you sure there’s nothing wrong with the results you gave to Sister Eleanor? You must make sure she can’t spot any flaws."
An ordinary person might not notice, but who is Eleanor Sterling? Any tiny inconsistency could easily be discovered by her.
If she found out that Jasper Faulkner was her son, she might take him and leave Veridia City far behind.
Liam Keene scoffed coldly, "If you hadn’t begged me, I wouldn’t have deceived Sally. The data I altered personally is definitely problem-free."
The blood sample Eleanor Sterling provided, he didn’t even test it, simply substituted it with the result from an ordinary person.
All the content is real, unless Eleanor suspects something and investigates thoroughly, she would never find out.
Hearing such assurance from Liam Keene, Estelle Sterling finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In the apartment, Eleanor Sterling held her phone, taking a deep breath before nervously opening the results to check.
She quickly scanned through to the final outcome.
Opinion: There is no biological relationship between the tested individual and specimen A1.
Although she had mentally prepared herself, Eleanor still felt a sharp contraction in her heart upon seeing the results.
She couldn’t tell if she felt happy or relieved, or perhaps a hint of unnoticeable disappointment.
Estelle Sterling is not Alaric Faulkner’s son.
The man from seven years ago wasn’t Alaric Faulkner either.
But now, with these results, it also means there’s a possibility that Jasper Faulkner could be Estelle Sterling’s father.
RHnull blood type is so rare globally, the chances of encountering it are very slim; she searched worldwide initially and found very few.
Could it possibly be Jasper Faulkner?
Thinking of this possibility, Eleanor’s face darkened.
She had to obtain Jasper Faulkner’s specimen and conduct another test for Estelle Sterling.
Just as she was zoning out, Eleanor received a message from Alaric Faulkner.
He said he wanted to eat food cooked by Eleanor herself.
Seeing such brazen demand from this scoundrel, Eleanor gritted her teeth.
Isn’t Faye Sterling quite eager to make soup for him? Plus, Mrs. Faulkner’s cooking, there’s no need for her.
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Alaric Faulkner: "I’ll be discharged right now and come to your place to eat."
Damn! Alaric Faulkner is threatening her.
In three days, his wound had healed quite a bit, but still wasn’t up to discharge standards.
Is he trying to make the wound reopen?
Remembering last time when she collected his specimen at the hospital and he forcibly got out of bed because she was about to leave, causing the wound to split open.
Eleanor had no doubt that if she didn’t comply, he’d actually do something like that, dragging his unhealed body to find her.
She gritted her teeth, typing a reply: "You dare! Stay put in the hospital, you’re not allowed to go anywhere."
Alaric Faulkner, looking at Eleanor’s reply on the phone, couldn’t help but curl his thin lips.
Seeing that message, he could even imagine Eleanor clenching her teeth, frustrated and helpless with him.
This kind of Eleanor made one especially want to kiss.
In a delighted mood, he typed back: "I’ll wait for you."
Eleanor sighed in resignation, well, since the injury was indeed because of her, she’d restrain herself until he recovered.