Chapter 211: That’s my daughter
Margaret took the phone, her gaze locked onto the screen. Her eyes shimmered.
Nathan watched her closely. "I was stunned too, the first time I saw her. She looks so much like you. Her eyes, the shape of her face, her nose—especially when she smiles."
Margaret stared at the image in silence, as if afraid to blink and lose it. Her fingers trembled slightly around the phone. For the first time in years, she looked less like a woman drowning in sorrow, hope, and joy dancing on her face.
The longer she looked, the more certain she became.
Nathan leaned forward, trying to steady her growing excitement. "I thought it was just a coincidence at first. There are plenty of people in the world who share similar features. But then I found out she was adopted, taken in by a humble family. That’s when I started wondering. I’m digging into it now. I’ll get more answers soon."
Margaret didn’t even blink. "I don’t need more answers. That’s her. That’s my daughter. That’s Raya."
"Mom, please. Don’t be impulsive. We need to be sure. I still need confirmation."
"Then get it," she said, urgency thick in her voice. "Bring her here. Do a DNA test. Call your father and tell him what you found."
Nathan sighed, his shoulders sagging. He ran his palms over his thighs. "It’s not that simple," he muttered. "She is married to a Beaumont, to Augustine, the same man who was meant to marry Megan. Dad is furious. That marriage was supposed to tie two powerful families together. Now everything is falling apart. Years of friendship between the two families are at stake. Megan is heartbroken. The Beaumonts are pulling away. It’s a mess."
He hesitated, then added quietly, "And Anne... Anne isn’t just some girl we can summon. She is Augustine’s wife now. She is in a completely different world. We can’t walk in and demand a paternity test."
Margaret shook her head, refusing to hear it. "Then let me speak to her. I’ll explain everything. She’ll listen—she has to listen. Just take me to her."