Chapter 147
Chapter 147
Josefina shoved Oliver away and quickly retreated a step. "Look, Oliver, it's getting late. You should head on home."
Oliver watched Josefina make a break for it, his lips curling into a mischievous smirk as he continued to close the gap between them.
She ran, he chased; it was a game she couldn’t escape.
Hattie stepped out and called to Josefina.
"Josie, I've got a pot of chicken soup simmering in the kitchen. Fancy a bowl?"
Without hesitation, Josefina blurted out, "Yes, I'll have some." She had to take the soup, or Oliver might end up devouring her instead.
Hattie, always the polite hostess, extended the invitation to Oliver. "Oliver, would you like to join us for a bowl?"
Oliver, ever the gentleman, declined. "Thank you, Mrs. H, but Josie says it's late and I should be heading home."
Josefina fell silent. Oliver gave off an impression as if Josefina had caused him some sort of injustice.
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After Oliver left, Hattie and Josefina strolled back to the house.
Under the glow of the streetlights, Josefina looked utterly charming. Hattie’s eyes were filled with remorse as she gazed at her daughter. If only she had found Josefina sooner.
"Josie, I'm sorry for all the hardships you've faced. That tragedy at the hospital separated us for eighteen long years." Hattie wished she could give her daughter the world to make up for the lost time. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.
"How could they mix up three babies? What the heck happened at the hospital that day? How did we end up with the wrong child?"
"I was on a business trip with your father when the labor pains started, and we found a hospital for the birth. Right after you were born, there was a commotion about a child abduction. Then there were rumors of a gunman. The nurses handed you to your father, and we immediately transferred to another hospital."
Listening to this, Josefina felt something was off. "The hospital's security couldn't have been that lax."
"Ever since I found out about the mix-up, I've had people investigating. The doctors and nurses from that time have either retired or left the city. They've vanished without a trace."
Josefina frowned; this matched up with what Luke had found out. They needed to find those people from back then to uncover the truth.
"Josie, I've asked your father to continue the investigation. We must find those involved. My daughter suffered because of them, and I won’t let any of them get away."
Josefina tried to calm her mother’s agitated state. "Mom, I'm starting to get hungry."
Just as expected, Hattie's focus immediately shifted. "You're hungry, Josie? Shall I ask the chef to whip up a plate of pasta for you? Or maybe you'd prefer some fried rice? We've got fruit as well. Whatever you want, we have."
"I think I'll just have some fruit. We still have the soup, right? Eating too much at night can upset my stomach and mess with my sleep."
"You're absolutely right, dear. Let's have some fruit, and if you get peckish later, we can always ask the staff to prepare a little midnight snack. Eating little and often is the way to go."
They continued chatting as they walked into the living room.
Lena, who had her eyes fixed on the door, was curious to see that Oliver hadn't stayed. Why hadn’t Josefina kept Oliver back? Didn’t she realize the advantage of sticking by Oliver’s side?
With a sly smile, Lena called out, "Mom, Josie, come on over for some soup."
Josefina didn't respond but followed Hattie over to the dining area.
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The next morning, Billy embarked on his journey to hitch his wagon to a billionaire.
Ruby got herself dolled up by a professional makeup artist and slipped into a chic and expensive dress. She joined Billy and Lauren en route to Brandon's place.
But as soon as they reached the doorstep, they were stopped in their tracks.