Chapter 266: Chapter 266: Paternity Test
Isabella Weaver sat in the car, not speaking a word all the way.
She held a kraft paper bag in her arms, her body trembling slightly.
Harry Hunter pulled the car over to the side of the road, hugged her, and asked with some concern, "What’s wrong? Did something bad happen?"
Isabella leaned on his warm, solid chest. Her inner vulnerability no longer needed to be concealed, and her tears overflowed, wetting Harry’s suit.
"I’m afraid I guessed wrong, and I’m afraid I guessed right."
What she said was very cryptic, but Harry understood what her guess was about.
She had been staying at the hospital for the past few days. Others might think she was doing it to gain the so-called inheritance and acquire the jewelry company, but Harry knew that Isabella wasn’t doing it for that.
"Do you want me to help you?"
"Yes!"
Isabella tightly hugged Harry’s waist: "Help me find someone reliable to do a paternity test!"
"Okay."
Harry tenderly stroked her hair, feeling sorry for the ordeal she was enduring.
"Aren’t you going to open it and take a look? Maybe the answer is in there."
Isabella took a few deep breaths, came out of Harry’s embrace, and took out the letter and diary.
The diary was incomplete and written rather haphazardly.
"...Two months now, my child, you really came at a bad time..."
"The doctor said that drinking coffee is bad for the fetus, so I quit..."
"Five and a half months now, my baby finally moved. Moving so late frightened mommy. But the doctor said it might be because you have a quiet disposition, which is why you moved late, and not because of poor development. Baby, you are very much like mommy; mommy also likes peace and quiet."
"Moved again today!"
"Moved today too!"
"Why didn’t you move today? Baby, don’t scare mommy. I won’t argue with your father anymore, I won’t be angry, just be well..."
The diary kept entries up to nine months, and the closer to the end, the shorter Shiely Morrison’s entries became, with increasingly messy handwriting.
Yet, in her few words, her love for her daughter did not decrease but increased.
In her diary, she had thought of many names for Isabella, until finally, near delivery, she wrote on the last page: "Let’s call her Isabella! I am not your father’s only, but I hope you can be someone’s only in the future."
Isabella looked at this messy handwriting and was already in tears.
It turned out that her name was indeed given by her mother, and this name her mother chose was not to express how much she loved her daughter. Her love had long not needed to be expressed through a name; what she hoped for in her heart more was for her daughter’s future happiness!
She remembered what the CEO had once said to her: "She wouldn’t want you to live in hatred, she only hopes that you can be happy!"
Harry, having seen the contents of the diary, pulled Isabella into his arms again: "Your mother’s wish has come true, you are my only, she would be pleased."
Isabella wept uncontrollably: "I don’t know if the person in the hospital is her. Her face has completely changed, but the more I look at her nose, the more it resembles my mother’s old photos! Christopher Weaver said she was burned to death in a fire, and there are so many scars on her body, on her neck and face too. I asked the doctor, and those are indeed caused by burns!"
The phone suddenly rang, and Isabella didn’t have the heart to look, so Harry picked it up and answered with the speaker on.
An urgent voice came through: "Isabella, come back quickly! Cherry Lewis is here, and she brought a lawyer. They want to force the doctor to stimulate the CEO to make him conscious for a moment and change the will! She wants to snatch Moonlight Jewelry!"