From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 597 I Found Our Biological Daughter! Nicole was caught off guard again.

"These are real problems, not something a paternity test can fix," Penelope said.

When someone had a cat or dog for years, they got attached to them, let alone a person.

Penelope and the Mitchell family were related by blood.

Isabella and the Mitchell family had twenty years of shared memories and emotions! "Mrs. Mitchell," Penelope still called her that. "I can tell you still care about Isabella." Because ever since Penelope showed up in the ward, Nicole hadn't said a word about Isabella's mistakes! "I watched her grow up and raised her myself; of course, I have feelings for her. Isabella is a good kid, always did well in school, and is so cheerful and generous that everyone praises her. I can't believe she would do something so terrible," Nicole said.

"So, Mrs. Mitchell, are you saying that if Isabella admits her mistakes and is willing to change, you would askto forgive her?" Penelope asked.

"No. Wrong is wrong, and she must be punished and pay the price," Nicole said firmly. "Whether you forgive her or not is your business; I have no right to interfere!" Nicole was clear on this point! Penelope was about to say something when suddenly there was a rush of footsteps.

Then the door burst open, and an anxious male voice cthrough. "Something happened, something happened, I heard Isabella was taken to the King Manor last night and cout covered in blood... Oh? Mrs. Davis?" Brent rushed in, and when he looked up and saw Penelope, he was stunned.

He rubbed his hands together and smiled. "Mrs. Davis, I didn't expect you to be here." Penelope looked at him. "Isabella did cout of the King Manor covered in blood. She used a piece of broken porcelain to stab herself in the heart. But the wound wasn't deep, and she should be out of danger." "Ah, this, this..." Brent's face was full of anxiety and worry.

Because of Isabella, he hadn't slept for several nights, and his hair had turned significantly grayer! "Mrs. Davis, can you letsee Isabella?" Brent asked cautiously. "I want to talk to her. Maybe I can persuade her. I also hope Lucy can recover soon!" Brent was here humbly begging.

Nicole had previously knelt at the King Manor, all for Isabella, her adopted daughter.

Penelope didn't know what to say, so she could only smile bitterly.

"Brent," Nicole spoke up. "I have something very important to tell you." Probably because of the many issues and the pressure, Brent was a bit impatient.

"What could be more important than saving Isabella right now?" Suddenly remembering Penelope was still there, Brent corrected himself. "What could be more important than saving Lucy?" "There is," Nicole said. "I found our biological daughter. Don't you think that's important?" "Found... what?" Brent paused. "What did you say?" He looked at Nicole in disbelief! Brent's expression was very complex, confused, shocked, and a bit of subtle panic. Finding their biological daughter should be a cause for celebration; why the panic? However, neither Nicole nor Penelope noticed his subtle expression.

"Yeah, I found our daughter," Nicole said. "After more than twenty years, I never thought this day would come." It took Brent a moment to process, and then he asked, "Really? Where is she?" "She..." Nicole started. Brent quickly cut her off, "Are you sure? Don't get fooled; there are so many impostors these days! Our daughter's been missing for over twenty years. We don't even know what she looks like! How can you be sure it's her?" "Our daughter has a birthmark, remember?" Nicole said.

"Birthmark... oh, right, the birthmark." Brent nodded. "But what if it's fake? What if someone painted it on to trick us and mess with the Mitchell family?" Nicole, usually calm, raised her voice. "The Mitchell family is in such a mess. Who in all of LA would dare mess with us, fearing to offend Kelvin? How could they disrupt us?" Brent fell silent, and after a while, he weakly said, "I'm just worried you might be getting used." Penelope listened from the side, her emotions all over the place.

Her biological father's reaction to her sudden return was odd! But Penelope couldn't put her finger on what was off.

She suddenly thought, if only Kelvin were here.

With his sharp mind and keen insight, he would definitely notice something! Nicole lifted the blanket and got out of bed, still a bit wobbly on her feet.

"You should stay in bed," Brent said. "If something happens to you, how can I handle everything?" Nicole didn't listen and quickly walked over to Penelope. "Brent, she's right here." Brent looked confused.

"You just asked where our daughter is." Nicole pointed at Penelope. "I'm telling you now, she's right here, right in front of you!"

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join experien us for the complete experience-all for free The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Brent looked at Penelope sharply. As if he didn't recognize her, he stared at her for a long time, scrutinizing her.

"This is our daughter?" Brent stammered. "But she's Mrs. Davis! How could she be our missing daughter?" "I confirmed the birthmark! Now, let's do a paternity test!" Nicole was excited, eagerly pulling Penelope and dragging Brent out of the room.

Penelope didn't resist.

She also wanted to do a paternity test, and it was a must! Only with the test results could it be officially confirmed! They arrived at the testing lab, ;Brent was a nervous wreck, his palms sweaty, and he even walked awkwardly.

He didn't dare look at Penelope, and whenever their eyes met, he quickly looked away! Nicole, on the othem hand, was very cooperative, with a smile on her face. "Doctor, when will the results be out?" Nicole asked. "Can you speed it up? The sooner, the better." "Mr. Davis has already instructed us; rest assured, we will conduct the test as quickly as possible and inform you of the results promptly," the doctor said.

Nicole nodded repeatedly, smiling happily. "Okay."

She also said to Brent, "Once the results are out, you'll believe it completely. I Y. I never thought would see our daughter again in this lifetime. After more than twenty years, I finally have her back." Brent stood still as if his soul had left his body.

"Brent?" Nicole called. "What's wrong with you?" "Oh, oh, nothing, nothing, I'm just a bit excited, excited," Brent said. "If Mrs. Davis really is our daughter, that would be wonderful!"