"Claire, he looks exactly like I did when I was young, even with a cigarette burn scar on his shoulder that’s exactly the sa. I once told you and your husband, it happened when he was two years old, and I burned him while holding a cigarette..."
This scar couldn’t possibly be fake...
Claire raised her eyes, glanced at the girl beside Isaac, her heart stirred tumultuously, her lips quivered, feeling as if sothing was stuck in her throat, preventing her from saying anything.
"If it weren’t for Heath, I wouldn’t have t that girl. I’m practically on my deathbed, and I never expected to see my son in my lifeti. Claire, you are all my benefactors."
As old Mr. Chen spoke, he began to cry, such was his uncontrolled joy.
Claire wiped away her tears, murmuring, "It’s good to have found him, just good to have found him."
"We must have that girl stay for a few more days, so I can bring my son to thank her."
"Okay."
"I’ll go for a blood test, we need to follow the procedure," said old Mr. Chen.
"Okay, sure."
After hanging up the phone, Claire looked at her again, her heart full of excitent, she pursed her lips, "Miss Thorne..."
But she didn’t know what to say, so she just called her once.
Serena, anxious, held her mother’s hand, "Mom, do you believe now? She really is a fortune-teller, there’s nothing too strange in this world, we can’t distrust her because of our ignorance. Maybe she can anticipate Dad’s calamity and help him through it."
Rosie, panic-stricken, shouted, "No way!"
Serena looked at her with tearful eyes, full of confusion, "Why?"
"What if it’s her trick? She might have known about Mr. Chen’s lost son and found soone to pretend to be him..."
Serena interrupted her, "What about the scar? Can a scar be faked?"
"She might have found a way to create a fake one. She’s been scheming for a long ti, we better wait for the paternity test before deciding..."
Serena interrupted her again, suspicion rising in her eyes, "Rosie, what are your real intentions in stopping Miss Thorne from reading my father’s fortune? You know Dad can’t wait any longer."
"I... I..."
If Tiana can really tell fortunes, then everything is over...
She absolutely can’t let her near Uncle.
"Cousin..." Rosie, in her anxiety, looked to Keith.
Such a proud person would never want to overturn a previous judgnt.
Keith’s mind was a ss, his emotions complicated, but his thinking was clearer than ever.
Grandpa Chen had no reason to lie. He had seen people who might be his son before but never had such a reaction. People’s instincts can’t be wrong.
Tiana also had no reason to go through such trouble to find soone to impersonate Grandpa Chen’s long-lost child, especially with the scar. How could anyone else know about it besides Mr. Chen?
He looked up at Tiana, his eyes full of pleading, closed his eyes, and said very sincerely, "Miss Thorne, I was short-sighted and rude before. Please read my father’s fortune."
This change happened too quickly, and Rosie was flustered, "Cousin, you, how could you..."
"Shut up!" He could think for himself, and now felt that Rosie’s reaction was too unreasonable.
Tiana seed to be pondering sothing and didn’t answer imdiately.
Claire also spoke up, "Miss Thorne..."
"Mrs. Hawthorne, you don’t need to humble yourself to plead with . Heath is Isaac’s savior, of course, I’ll save him. My purpose here this ti is to save him," Tiana interrupted, her gaze growing deeper.
She then glanced over Rosie and Keith, adding casually, "It’s just a pity soone’s been delaying ..."
"I’m sorry." Keith bowed his head, blushing as if he’d been slapped, but his eyes no longer showed anger, his voice was earnest as he sincerely apologized to her.
Tiana didn’t speak.
Rosie’s face turned pale, and she was consud with anguish, not daring to raise her head to look at them.
Cindy was completely unprepared for Tiana actually being able to tell fortunes...
All her plans had co to naught...
No way!
Cindy hurriedly said, "Mrs. Hawthorne, I can also treat Mr. Hawthorne. As long as you persuade Mr. Isaac to give the pharmaceutical departnt, I guarantee a healthy Mr. Hawthorne in return. Tiana can only tell fortunes; she can’t save Mr. Hawthorne."
Claire remained silent.
Tiana lazily curved her lips in a smile, her eyes shining brightly, "Miss Sloane, don’t you think what you’re saying now lacks credibility?"
The icy air that always surrounded Cindy’s features gradually turned pale, yet she still couldn’t believe she had lost, "I don’t believe you can save him."
"Is that so?" Tiana lightly raised an eyebrow, then curved her lips in a smile, "Sorry, I might let you down."
Finishing, she walked to the bedside.
Rosie reached out, still wanting to stop her.
Tiana’s deep, fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, and she reached out to gently pinch her chin, asking casually, "Miss Rowan, under what pretense are you trying to stop ?"
Rosie turned pale, her confidence suddenly diminished, her gaze evasive, and she had to retreat to the side.
Tiana sat down at the bedside, placing her index and middle fingers on his wrist.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for her to give a result.
Tiana applied so pressure with her fingers, opened her eyes, and at this mont, those dark eyes seed to exude endless coldness. She turned her head to look at Rosie, who was already sweating on her forehead.
Her heart skipped a beat, "Why... why are you looking at ?"
"No wonder you don’t want to read his fortune..." She paused, not stating the reason, then smiled leisurely, "Isaac, arrest her."
Isaac approached swiftly, seized her with considerable force as if he would next break her hand.
Her voice carried a sobbing note, looking at him pathetically, "Isaac, brother..."
Isaac couldn’t be bothered to look at her, as if even touching her was distasteful, and casually handed her over to Uncle Lee.
Uncle Lee sighed, "My apologies, Miss."
The others were puzzled, watching the scene unfold.
Rosie, being Claire’s niece, stirred Claire’s heart to see her restrained, "Miss Thorne, I wonder what cri she committed?"
Tiana narrowed her eyes slightly, "Don’t fret, Mrs. Hawthorne."
Serena and Keith were puzzled too, but they were more concerned about their father’s situation.
"Isaac, keep an eye on Cindy Sloane."
Cindy was stunned, and for that instant, looked at Tiana with deepening eyes. She swallowed hard, her voice still cold, "Don’t pretend to be mysterious here."
Upon hearing this, Tiana slowly loosened her grip, covered him with the quilt again, and then rose from the bedside.
Everyone’s eyes were fixed on her, Claire asked, "Miss Thorne, is my husband cursed or sothing?"
Tiana’s gaze inadvertently swept over Rosie, then she sat down on the sofa, crossing her legs, "Indeed, he was influenced by sothing bad."
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