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    “I feel it too. Could she really be Uncle Hurley’s daughter…” Ophelia whispered, her eyes lighting up. “Grandma, what if we take a few strands of her hair and run a DNA test?”


    Florrie shook her head gently. “It’s better if Hurley or Bethe back and do the test. It’ll be more urate with her real parents. I don’t want even a tiny chance of getting it wrong.”


    If she and Christina did the test and it turned out wrong, it could ruin her only chance to find her real granddaughter. That was something she couldn’t live with.


    “You’re right,” Ophelia nodded. It made sense.


    They had spent years looking for Hurley’s daughter. They couldn’t afford a mistake. Not after all this time.


    “Let’s just call Uncle Hurley and Aunt Beth after we eat,” Ophelia said casually.


    “No, I have to tell them now,” Florrie said firmly. She was too caught up in the thought of Christina possibly being her granddaughter to even think about food. Florrie grabbed her phone and started a video call with her son, daughter-inw, and all three grandsons.


    Meanwhile, the camera cut to different ces across the map. In Lionesspaw, Hurley and Beth were sitting across from top officials in a formal meeting.


    Their eldest son was stuck in a boardroom, the second was deep in a medical discussion with famous doctors, and the youngest was busy shooting a scene on set.


    All five of them saw Florrie’s call pop up, and without hesitation, they dropped everything to answer.


    The officials smiled politely, not daring to look annoyed. The doctors went quiet, barely even breathing, afraid to interrupt.


    On set, the director called for a full stop, treating Hurley’s youngest son like royalty, smiling like his life depended on it.


    On screen, Florrie’s eyes were red and puffy, and everyone instantly looked worried.


    “Mom… did something happen?” Hurley asked softly.


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    “Florrie, are you sick again?” Beth asked, her voice full of concern.


    “Grandma, once I wrap up here, I’lle home and stay with you,” their eldest son said.


    “Me too!” the second son jumped in.


    The youngest son smiled. “I’m almost done filming, Grandma. I’lle home and take you out. We’ll have some rxing time.”


    Florrie couldn’t speak for a while. She just stared at their loving faces, eyes full of emotion. Then she finally whispered, “I think I might’ve found Bonnie.”


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    Bonnie?! Florrie had actually found Bonnie?!


    The news hit the Jones family like an explosion.


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