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Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 1367
At the thought that his father was going to feel horrible later, Matthew was inwardly elated.
“Mommy, I have a piece of staggering news for you this time.” Matthew’s face was filled with excitement.
“What news?” Sheryl looked at him in bewilderment.
“I found the child you previously gave birth to. ” As soon as Matthew finished speaking, Titus tugged at his collar.
“What did you just say?” Titus’ gaze made him seem as if he wanted to devour Matthew.
“Shoo! ” Sheryl pushed Titus away. “When you married me, you promised that you’ll accept my other child if I ever
find them later on.”
Titus’ mouth hung open, and his face expressed his grievances.
“Don’t worry, I’ll only acknowledge the child and won’t have anything to do with my ex, ” Sheryl said with a soft
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Only then did Titus’ expression soften. “Fine, then. You can’t be in touch with that man, or I’ll certainly ruin his
family.”
Sheryl looked at Matthew eagerly without being bothered about Titus.
“Mommy, look.” Matthew handed two DNA test reports to her. “Recently, there was a woman who visited the casino
and won three days in a row.
She’s quite brilliant. When I went for an inspection, I spotted her and instantly thought that she looked like you. So I
asked someone to take her hair for the DNA test.”
After looking at the reports, Sheryl was thrilled. “It turns out that I gave birth to a daughter back then. Hurry up and
bring her over, Matthew.”
“Hold on, wifey. I find it a bit strange, ” Titus said, “ Why did she show up in the casino and gamble for three
consecutive days? It seems like she’s trying to get someone to appear.”
“But the DNA test results can’t be wrong. Even if she has an ulterior motive, we can find out by asking her.”
Sheryl could not wait to meet her daughter. “ Hubby, I hope you can understand. She’s not only my biological
daughter but also the only bridge
between me and my parents. Back then, the waves swept me to Soromon Island. I don’t have the faintest idea
where I came from. All I had was a piece of wood carved with the name ‘Sheryl’ in my hand. I don’t know who my
parents are, whether I have any siblings, and where I live. I know nothing.”
“Alright, Sheryl. I’ll support you.” Titus let out a sigh and hugged her.
Having fallen for her at first sight, he only had himself to blame.
Shortly after, Matthew brought Rebecca over.
On her way here, Rebecca was perturbed, nervous, and overjoyed.
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The hair that Titus obtained for the DNA test belonged to Catherine. Wesley had collected all of Catherine’s hair
that fell throughout his stay with her.
Rebecca deliberately left Catherine’s hair on her comb and the floor of the hotel.
The hotel staff had taken Catherine’s hair when Rebecca was not around.
Soon, Rebecca would become the daughter of the owner of Soromon Island as well as the sister of the future
owner of Neah Bay. By then, destroying Shaun and Catherine would just be as easy as squashing an ant.
She just hoped that Sheryl’s memory would never be restored.
Matthew took her to the chateau. After a short while, a married couple walked down the stairs.
Rebecca had seen Sheryl in the Jones family’s photo. Only when she met Sheryl in person did she realize she looked
much better in real life. Sheryl looked mature and charming. Just like a blooming rose, she appeared icily elegant
and noble.
After feeling dazed, Rebecca soon began to put on an act. “Mom…”