Upon hearing Nathan Foster’s words, South Grant wasn’t thinking about the benefits the Foster Family could bring her.
She was reminded of the past, the tis Nathan Foster tornted her in all kinds of ways, in all kinds of positions.
A genuine WTF!
No way, this is too R-rated!
She couldn’t accept it!
Uncle!
Uncle!
Ah!
Everyone present looked at South Grant, who suddenly collapsed onto the sofa with an expression of utter despair, and found it odd.
Why did South Grant have such an expression?
With an uncle like Nathan Foster, isn’t it like winning the lottery?
His position in the Grant Family was awkward, and everything left by his father was controlled by his uncle. With the Foster Family as a backing, isn’t it better?
Did he get knocked out by good luck?
At this mont, South Grant stood up from the sofa again.
She looked startled and asked Nathan Foster:
"You say you’re my uncle, what’s the proof? Let’s do a DNA test, otherwise I won’t believe it!"
"I’m not your dad." Nathan Foster shot her a sidelong glance.
"..." Damn, why didn’t I realize before how sarcastic he is?
At this ti, Nathan Foster’s personal assistant spoke up again, "dically speaking, uncles and nephews have different chromosos, and the genetic similarity is extrely low and can be ignored, so DNA cannot confirm it."
South Grant: "..."
At this mont, South Grant felt like a thousand horses were galloping in her heart.
All of them were llamas.
"Now my dad is dead, my mom is missing, and according to you, just saying you’re my uncle ans you are?" South Grant refused to accept this, "Moreover, my mom has been missing for seven years, and before this, I never heard her ntion a word about the Foster Family."
Nathan Foster didn’t waste words with South Grant but looked at his assistant.
The assistant then took out a photo album and a diary from his bag.
He placed them in front of South Grant.
South Grant felt resistant, suspecting this was sothing that would make her break down.
But her body honestly accepted the two books and the photo album.
South Grant opened the first page and saw familiar handwriting.
At that glance, South Grant’s eyes turned moist.
Her mom had always been sick, diagnosed with an intermittent amnesia, a very rare illness.
Luckily, dad had always been by her side, never leaving, taking care of her without ever giving up.
Later, her mom’s condition stabilized, but she also forgot everything that had happened before.
So, whether she was part of the Foster Family, South Grant had no idea.
At this mont, looking at her mom’s familiar writing, South Grant felt sothing collapse with a bang in her mind.
Then, she opened the photo album.
On the first page was written the na Stella Foster; the album looked quite dated.
The first photo featured a plump little girl without front teeth, grinning at the cara.
The eyebrows and eyes looked incredibly similar to South Grant.
As South Grant flipped further, it showed Stella Foster growing up bit by bit.
One year old, three years old, five years old... until the last photo when she was twenty.
Her eyebrows and eyes looked exactly like South Grant’s right now!
However, Stella Foster was more sweet, while South Grant, having been in n’s clothes for years, appeared slightly more handso than Stella.
Regardless, this diary and photo album were enough to prove this was her mother.
Absolutely true, there would be no mistake!
Oh heavens, why do you play this way?
In the previous life, that man was with for ten years, and now you tell he’s my uncle?
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