NovelXXXChapter 405 Sensing Monica's odd behavior, Citrine ordered a thorough investigation into the Saunders family once she got home.
She hadn't expected to discover that the man she'd encountered at the Titan Showdown was also a Saunders.
Thinking back on the strange things Wade had said to her at the competition, and connecting those with Monica's peculiar actions, everything finally made sense.
Citrine had figured out exactly what Monica was after that day.
So it turned out Monica had wanted her DNA sample for testing.
Citrine sat in her chair, her gaze darkening as she mulled it over.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThen she plucked a hair from her head, sealed it in a plastic bag, and instructed someone to deliver it to Crestwood Medical Research Center. She also had them collect Hilda's DNA sample and send it along for testing. Hilda had spent years searching for her lost daughter, so her DNA was stored at the hospital, easy to retrieve. Crestwood Medical quickly ran the test, placing both samples together and, in less than an hour, sent the results to Citrine.
She opened the file with a calm expression and flipped straight to the last page.
There, in black and white, it was spelled out clearly: Probability of biological relationship-99.99%.
Citrine stared at the result, pausing only for a split second before closing the report.
In her last life, she had never learned anything about her origins-apart from the accidental discovery that her birth father was Raymond, she'd known nothing of her mother.
Now, finding out she actually had a mother didn't bring her any joy. Of course, she had no intention of acknowledging the woman.
The twhen she'd longed for a mother was long gone. Citrine was strong now; she didn't need anyone anymore.
With a flick of her thumb, she deleted the report from her phone and put the entire matter out of her mind. That night, Citrine had just finished her skincare routine and was getting ready for bed when a message popped up from Hastings Cooper.
Hastings: Cdownstairs. I'm outside your building.
Citrine glanced at her phone, feeling a little irritable. She almost typed out an excuse to turn him down, but then remembered she'd been ignoring Hastings for quite a while. Maybe she'd been a bit too cold to him lately, so she changed her mind.
She changed into a comfortable tracksuit, left her face bare, and headed downstairs.
As soon as Hastings saw her, his eyes lit up.
It was mid-October, and Crestwood's temperatures had suddenly plummeted. Hastings was waiting outside wearing only a hoodie, and his hands had already turned red from the cold.
"Here, take this." The moment Citrine stepped outside, Hastings pulled a hand warmer from his pocket and thrust it into her hands.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmInstantly, warmth spread through her palms.
But she couldn't help notice how icy his hands had been when they brushed against hers-cold as stone.
She shot him a strange look, surprised. "Your hands are freezing. Why not use the warmer yourself first?"
Hastings thought she was concerned about him, and his heart skippeda beat. The tips of his ears turned a light shade of pink. He scratched his head awkwardly before replying in a low voice, "I'm a grown man. I don't mind the cold."
Truth was, he'd wanted to warm the hand warmer with his own hands before giving it to her so that she could feel a bit of his warmth. Citrine had only asked out of curiosity, not real concern, so she didn't press the matter.
It was chilly outside. The two of them got into the car.
Only then did Citrine notice the dark circles under his eyes-he looked exhausted.
Hastings was a soldier, always in top shape, and every tshe saw him, to seeoff energy. If was rare he seemed full to see him like this. On impulse, Citrine asked, "What's wrong with you? Haven't slept for a few days?" Hastings hadn't expected her to notice, and he felt a little spark of happiness inside.
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