?Chapter 257:


    A flicker of uncertainty crossed Katelyn’s eyes.


    Today, her home was unusually bustling. Very few people knew her new address. Could it be Vincent wanting to talk to her?


    Katelyn went to answer the door. To her surprise, she was greeted by an elderly woman with gray hair and a middle-aged man supporting her.


    Both appeared exhausted, as if they had been traveling for a long time.


    “Who are you looking for?”


    Katelyn’s eyes showed a hint of caution. She didn’t recognize these two.


    “You! Are you Mia?”


    The elderly woman’s voice shook with excitement as she tried to grasp Katelyn’s hand, but Katelyn quickly pulled away. She then responded sharply, “You have the wrong person.”


    The elderly woman insisted, “No. I am certain you are Mia. When you were a newborn, you were as tiny as a kitten. I feared such a fragile baby might not survive. I never imagined that was thest time I would see you.”


    Her voice broke into sobs, her face etched with deep sorrow.


    The man behind her quickly added, “Mia, you may not use this name now, but you are our Mia. You have a red mole on your waist. Do you know about that?”


    Instinctively, Katelyn’s hand went to her waist, where there indeed was a red mole.


    From their demeanor, it seemed they were here to reconnect with a family member.


    Could they really be her rtives?


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    With skepticism in her gaze, she kept her hand on the door, ready to shut it quickly.


    “I’ll say it again. I don’t know you. If you’re looking for a rtive, you’ve got the wrong ce.”


    The elderly woman grew more distraught at Katelyn’s words, tearfully pping her thighs.


    “We could never mistake you. You look just like your mother. Don’t you want to reunite with us? Your own family? We’ve been searching for you for years.”


    Katelyn’s frown deepened. The more the pair spoke, the less she trusted them, and her suspicion only grew.


    Just as Lise had mentioned finding her biological parents, these two strangers appeared, iming to recognize her.


    Katelyn scrutinized the middle-aged man’s face intently. He and the woman next to him bore no resemnce to each other.


    Moreover, her current residence was in one of the most exclusive and highly-secured areas in town. Without explicit directions, it would be nearly impossible to find. She sensed a conspiracy at y.


    “I’ve told you, you’re mistaken about who I am.”


    Katelyn’s patience was wearing thin, her irritation clearly visible. The middle-aged man, his eyes reddened, pleaded, “I understand our family isn’t as wealthy as the Bailey family that raised you, but that doesn’t mean you can deny your own father. If you’re skeptical, we can go for a DNA test right now.”


    Katelyn crossed her arms and looked at them icily, demanding, “How did you know about me? How did you find this ce?”


    The man, previously forceful, now stammered.


    The elderly woman also looked taken aback. Clearly, they hadn’t anticipated such a direct question from Katelyn.


    “If you im we’re rted, you need to provide convincing proof. Then, I might consider going to the hospital with you for that test.”


    Watching their reactions, Katelyn grew even more convinced there was a deception involved.


    She suspected Lise might be orchestrating this.


    It wasn’t that she looked down on the two before her. Back in the day, the Bailey family had been affluent, and Sharon had her baby at the finest private hospital in town.


    If a baby switch had urred, it would have had to happen there.


    Given the duo’s modest appearance, it seemed unlikely they could afford even a night’s stay in such an establishment.


    The entire situation just felt off to her.


    And her own identity mix-up with Lise added anotheryer of doubt.


    “I have proof!”


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