?Chapter 258:


    The middle-aged man’s sudden outburst caught Katelyn off guard.


    As she turned towards him, her expression was one of confusion.


    “What kind of proof are you referring to?” she asked.


    “The red mole on your waist and the crescent-shaped birthmark on your shoulder are undeniable proof,” he dered confidently.


    Katelyn responded with a dismissive sneer.


    “Those marks are known by everyone close to me.”


    Had Lise sent these two to pretend to be Katelyn’s family, she surely would have inquired about any distinguishing marks on her beforehand. Sharon, privy to all details, would have briefed her thoroughly.


    His confidence shattered, the man fell silent, his forehead beading with sweat.


    Katelyn’s resilience was unexpected.


    Under normal circumstances, discovering one’s long-lost family should spark immediate joy.


    Yet, Katelyn’s disdain was evident from the outset, possibly due to their in attire.


    Reflecting on this, the man shot a reproachful nce at the elderly woman beside him.


    He had advised purchasing respectable attire for this significant meeting, but she had resisted.


    The elderly woman stared back at Katelyn, her eyes wide with hurt.


    “What does this mean? Are you refusing to acknowledge us? Do you have any idea of the life we’ve endured, always hoping for this reunion? How can you dismiss us so?”


    Her voice grew increasingly frantic, her body teetering on the brink of copse.


    g???????ν??????.??0??′ ?????????? ???????? ????????


    Katelyn, observing the scene, felt a strange sense of déjà vu. Was this woman, like Lise, attempting to emotionally manipte her?


    The man gripped the old woman with a sorrowful expression.


    “Mother, let it go. She’s ustomed to city life and won’t return to the vige with us. Our presence only brings disgrace. It’s better we leave.”


    As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes, and his gaze fixed on Katelyn.


    “We may be poor, but we’re perceptive. We understand you despise us. Rest assured, you won’t have to endure ourpany again.”


    Their performance was convincing. They seemed well-rehearsed.


    Yet, Katelyn’s gaze remained icy.


    “If I’m truly your daughter, exin the events at the hospital that year,” she demanded.


    She hesitated and then pressed further.


    “Why isn’t my biological mother here?”


    The man shifted ufortably. “Your mother longed for you and wept until her passing, a few years after your disappearance.”


    His evasive eyes betrayed his fabrication, opening more gaps in his story.


    Katelyn’s patience thinned.


    “Tell me, how was I lost?”


    The elderly woman sighed deeply before responding, “Your greed-driven mother, working as a nurse in a private hospital, saw an opportunity for a better life for you in the wealth of Mrs. Bailey, who had just given birth. She secretly ced you in Mrs. Bailey’s room.”


    She paused, weighed down by the gravity of her recollection.


    “Despite my initial protest, I rationalized that being raised by the Bailey family was an advantage for you. It wasn’t until your identity was exposed by the Baileys that we sought you out.”


    Her narrative seemed genuine at first, tinged even with maternal concern, yet upon closer reflection, it reeked of self-interest.


    Katelyn remained silent, letting the woman’s “guilt” pour out.


    “Had I foreseen these consequences, I would have reimed you, regardless of the circumstances,” the womanmented.


    Katelyn, observing the woman’s tearful facade, interjected sharply, “Did you rehearse this act beforehand?”


    .


    .


    .