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    Gianna and she shared a certain resemnce. Jessica looked somewhat like Gianna—about fifty to sixty percent simr—though their styles and demeanors were quite different. It was challenging to see them as mother and daughter, but if you knew their rtionship, one could recognize their simrities.


    As for Conroy… Eileen bore no resemnce to him at all, while Jessica had a round face simr to his. Thus, Eileen couldn’t see any resemnce between Jessica and herself.


    But she was Conroy’s daughter, and Jessica was the daughter of Conroy and her aunt; they should be rted by blood. Pondering this, Eileen asked, “Could there have been a mix-up with the hair samples?”


    Bryan dismissed the idea with a quick shake of his head. “That’s unlikely. I’ve made sure I didn’t make a mistake.” He nced at theboratory staff nearby, signaling to Eileen that they would discuss the matter further after they returned to the ward.


    Back in the hospital room, Eileen tossed the paternity test results onto the bed, her mind racing to pinpoint where the mistake might have urred.


    “Did you do a paternity test with Conroy before?” Bryan asked.


    Eileen turned to face Bryan and nodded. “Yes, on my first day here, my aunt brought me to the hospital to get the test done with Conroy. We got the results that same night.”


    Bryan thought for a moment and then said, “There are two possibilities here: either your paternity test with Conroy is fake, or the one with Jessica is. That means either you’re not Conroy’s biological daughter, or Jessica isn’t.”


    Eileen gasped, her mind racing to keep up with Bryan’s logic.


    How could she not be Conroy’s biological daughter? And if Conroy cherished Jessica deeply, how could Jessica not be his daughter?


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    “Don’t dwell on it too much. We’ll arrange another paternity test with you and Conroy soon to rify everything,” Bryan suggested calmly.


    Seeing Eileen’s puzzled look, Bryan gently smoothed her hair back. “I’ll take care of your discharge. Let’s discuss this once we’re home.”


    After days of anticipation, the discharge Eileen had hoped for finally came, but she didn’t feel happy at all.


    She watched Gabri, who was struggling with her words.


    “Wearing a jakey!” Gabri said.


    “It’s jacket,” Eileen corrected her gently.


    “Jackey!” Gabri insisted, twirling around in her light purple jacket and pointing at it determinedly. “Jackey!”


    Eileen couldn’t help but wonder where Gabri had picked up the incorrect pronunciation.


    Ten minutester, Eileen was discharged from the hospital. She returned home with Bryan and Gabri.


    As Bryan drove toward the entrance of their viplex, he slowed the car near the parking barrier. Suddenly, a woman hurried over and tapped on the car window. Bryan rolled down the window of the back seat, and Eileen leaned over to see what it was.


    “Hello, can I help?” Eileen asked as the woman moved closer to the backseat window.


    The woman smiled apologetically at Eileen.


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