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    Christina’s hands began to quiver uncontrobly, the faint rustle of paper echoing in the tense silence.


    Her eyes stayed locked on the final line of the report, unwilling to blink as the words burned themselves into her mind.


    “Gic simrity: 99.99%. Conclusion: Based on the current DNA analysis, the results confirm that Beth Jones is the biological mother of Christina Jones.”


    The moment she read it, her vision blurred and her eyes flooded with tears. A rush of emotions collided inside her chest all at once.


    Onlyst night, she hadughed with Davina, brushing off the idea as impossible, saying things like this did not happen outside of stories.


    Yet here it was—the truth staring her straight in the face. Fate had drawn its cruel yet miraculous circle.


    She truly was the daughter Hurley and Beth had lost so many years ago.


    Tears welled not only in her eyes but in everyone else’s as well. Florrie broke first, her voice cracking as she stumbled forward.


    “Bonnie… you truly are Bonnie…” she sobbed, throwing her arms around Christina.


    Beth followed, trembling as she gathered her daughter into her embrace, crying uncontrobly.


    “Bonnie, my precious girl, I finally found you, sweetheart… You’ve suffered so much…”


    “Bonnie…”


    “Bonnie…”


    Ophelia, Amaya, and even Merlin joined in, wrapping Christina in a circle of warmth and tears.


    Across the room, Garry’s eyes glistened as he pulled Amaya into his arms, silently patting her back infort while she cried.


    As their emotions poured out, the tears Christina had been holding back finally broke free.


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    For so long, she had believed she was abandoned, unwanted. But now, she knew the truth: she had been loved all along, desperately searched for, and never forgotten.


    “I’m so sorry, my dear… It’s all my fault. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have gone through so much. It’s all my fault…” Florrie wept, her body shaking.


    Every thought of Christina’s hardships felt like a knife twisting in her heart.


    Overwhelmed with guilt, she raised her hand and pped herself hard across the face. Before she could do it again, Christina caught her wrist.


    “Grandma, please don’t do that,” she said hoarsely, her voice breaking.


    “Wh-what did you just call me?” Florrie froze, staring at her in disbelief.


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