Fate played a cruel joke on him.
Grief, disbelief, anger, shock—various emotions swirled around his heart, almost suffocating him.
This redith Ford wasn’t the daughter he had with Pearl, so where had the baby he yearned for so long gone?
He even had a na ready, calling her Annie, but he hadn’t had the chance to see her before she disappeared...
What had happened during the ti he was unconscious?
He slapped himself hard, wishing he could jump off the company rooftop.
He thought so, and indeed prepared to do so, standing on the rooftop for over an hour, smoking an entire pack of cigarettes.
In the end, he descended from the rooftop.
Before finding out where his daughter went, how could he casually end his life?
What would happen to his daughter, what about Pearl?
And that lunatic Cynthia Morgan, who knows what she’ll do next?
Pearl’s depression hadn’t yet healed; she was still in a state where she might suddenly fall into suicidal relapse.
He couldn’t tell her that redith Ford wasn’t their daughter; that would only push her faster towards death.
After investigating for less than a month, he finally found out where Cynthia Morgan lived, and went there with a knife.
He had decided, once he found his daughter, he’d kill her to end this tragedy.
He’d turn himself in and beg for Pearl’s forgiveness.
When he arrived at Cynthia Morgan’s ho, she had just bought a ticket for a flight abroad, planning to escape.
Speaking of this, Jonas Jarvis sunk wholly into darkness, with a dead weight across his brow, trembling uncontrollably, his eyes wide, forcing out bloodshot veins.
The expression in those eyes was one of agony.
Rouge Jarvis clenched her hands tightly, furrowing her brows, looking at him sowhat anxiously, asking him, "And then? Did you find your biological daughter?"
Graham Ford saw his wife so anxious, extending his hand to wrap around her shoulder: "Don’t worry, he’ll talk."
The room fell into a long silence...
Finally, his defeated voice arose again, filled with pain and hoarseness.
"Annie is already dead..."
Rouge Jarvis furrowed her brows, breathing deeply, the pain almost unbearable.
Even though she had considered this possibility and ntally prepared herself, the confirmation was still hard to accept.
Tiana Thorne just felt the atmosphere was too oppressive, seeing the tears in Jonas Jarvis’s eyes, mingling with the bloodshot veins, looking like blood tears at a glance, making one feel sympathetic.
The greatest pain in this world is nothing more than a white-haired person sending off a black-haired one, not to ntion, Annie was a newborn infant, who hadn’t even properly seen this world before leaving it.
It was heart-wrenching and unacceptable.
"How are you sure she’s already dead?"
"I saw Annie’s... body, she looked very much like Pearl, especially her mouth; it couldn’t be replicated if she weren’t biological."
After saying this, he let a tear fall, breathed deeply for a while, then said again, "Later, they did a DNA test using the umbilical cord blood left at the hospital, Annie was indeed my daughter,"
Upon hearing this, everyone’s hearts seed to be grabbed tightly by an invisible hand, aching intensely.
Back then, Jonas Jarvis had been tricked, supposedly very carefully, and used umbilical cord blood, proving Annie truly died...
Tiana Thorne breathed heavily, though she hadn’t t her, at this mont, her heart still ached.
Annie was also her relative, her only sister.
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