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Chapter 615 Search For Biological Daughter
Meanwhile, at the Lambert family, Nicole had been plagued by nightmares lately. In her dreams, her misdeeds
were exposed for all to see, leading to her adoptive parents abandoning her!
In her dream, Avery returned to the Lambert family, taunting her with the triumphant air of a victor. She dreamt of
herself becoming a starving and freezing orphan again, at the mercy of others' bullying!
Ever since the day of the reunion banquet, Nicole's mental state had been quite poor.
Claire didn't dare to ask too much about what happened that day. She stayed at home with her, but her sighs grew
deeper and deeper each time.
That noon, Nicole woke up from a nightmare, drenched in cold sweat.
The once spacious and cozy room now felt eerily silent, causing a sense of unease.
In a sudden fit of madness, Nicole dashed out of the room, barefoot.
The housekeeper in the living room was startled by Nicole, who looked like a disheveled ghost. “Ms. Lambert, what
happened to you?”
Nicole looked around, but she couldn't find Claire. Gripping the housekeeper's collar in fear, she asked, “Where's my
mom? I want to see my mom!”
She could sense it. After a series of scandals involving her, her adoptive father's attitude toward her had become
distant, even somewhat cold. Now, the only one who could protect her was her adoptive mother.
“Mrs. Lambert is preparing lunch in the kitchen...” The housekeeper was clearly startled. “I'll call her right away.”
Claire also heard their conversation.
Dressed in an apron, she came out of the kitchen carrying two plates of fragrant dishes. “Nicole, are you awake?
It's almost twelve o'clock, come and have lunch. I made your favorite chicken fingers and barbecue spare ribs.”
Nicole immediately stepped forward attentively, taking the dish from Claire's hand, “Mom, we have Mrs. Lesley to
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtcook at home, why do you need to cook yourself?”
Claire looked at Nicole, noticing that her complexion seemed much better than the past few days, and she relaxed
a bit. “I've noticed that you haven't had much of an appetite these past few days, not wanting to eat anything. I had
no choice but to cook some of your favorite dishes myself. Nicole, look at how thin you've become, it breaks my
heart to see you like this.”
Nicole pulled out the dining chair for Claire, helping her to sit down. With a gloomy expression, she said, “Mom, I've
done something wrong. Can you forgive me? I didn't do it on purpose. I saw how worried you've been recently,
trying to find out where my sister is. You've been so anxious that you can't eat or sleep properly. I was afraid you'd
become depressed and unhappy like before, even more afraid that you'd fall ill from all the stress. That's why I
asked Dr. Sollo to fake the results. I really didn't do it on purpose...”
“Nicole, your filial piety is deeply appreciated, but you really didn't need to resort to such a degrading method.
Although I desperately want to find your sister, I can't bear to see you demean yourself like this. I've told you since
you were little, as a woman, you must understand the importance of self-respect and self-love, and you must have
your own principles and boundaries. No matter the reason, you should never let yourself go, and you certainly
shouldn't use your body as a bargaining chip with men. What you've done this time has truly disappointed your
father and me!” Thinking about Nicole faking the report, Claire felt a lump in her throat.
However, seeing her daughter's pitiful, pleading expression, Claire found her heart softening a bit.
No matter how misguided the daughter may be, her ultimate goal was still looking out for Claire. Nicole just chose
the wrong way to achieve it.
Nicole clenched her fist tightly, not daring to meet Claire's eyes. “Mom, I'm sorry,” she said. “I promise I'll never do
something so foolish again in my life.”
Claire took Nicole's hand, gesturing for her to sit down, and continued to educate her with a serious tone, “Nicole,
one should not be arrogant, but one must never lack pride. I hope that you can live your life openly and honestly.
Do you understand what I mean?”
With a heavy nod, Nicole lowered her head in shame, “Mom, I understand all these principles. I was just
momentarily confused, I'm sorry... So, how did you for Evangeline?”
“I gave her a compensation and sent her back with her adoptive parents. She is innocent. It's us, the Lambert
family, who owe her an apology for dragging her into such a pointless turmoil,” Claire said with regret.
Deep down, Nicole scoffed. The idea of Evangeline being innocent was truly laughable.
Even though she hadn't spent much time with Evangeline, she knew better than anyone how difficult that woman
could be.
It's a good thing she's driven away. Otherwise, my days in the Lambert family would probably have been even more
tumultuous.
However, thinking of the “bullying” she had endured in the Lambert family thanks to Evangeline, a trace of coldness
suddenly flashed in Nicole's deep eyes.
That impostor had left the protection of the Lambert family. Let's see how she can still be arrogant. After all, she
has lost the status of the Lambert family's daughter. From now on, there will be plenty of opportunities to deal with
her!
Upon seeing Nicole eating quietly and peacefully, Claire finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Claire stopped speaking, yet the profound pain in her eyes didn't diminish in the slightest.
It seemed she must find a way to meet Allie again. No matter what, she had to find her biological daughter.
The garden, nestled halfway up the hillside, basked in the lazy afternoon sun. Yet, due to its elevated position, it was
spared the stifling heat of summer. Instead, refreshing breezes swept through, carrying the fragrance of blooming
flowers to every corner of the mansion.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmUnder the shade of the wisteria blooms, Avery, dressed in loose maternity clothes, was sitting in front of an easel,
teaching her twins how to paint.
Beside them, there lay an array of colorful oil paints.
She pointed to a watercolor painting and an oil painting with her brush, patiently explaining to them, “Sweethearts,
oil painting is different from watercolor painting. The former has richer colors and is better preserved than the
latter. Let me first teach you how to mix oil paints and match colors...”
The reason Avery wanted to teach the twins oil painting was not only because it could hone their perceptual skills
but also because it was relatively easy to get started.
The oil painting colors were rich and intense, so even if the children made a mistake, they could simply mix another
similar color to cover it up. Moreover, oil paintings had a strong sense of three-dimensionality. Once the children
finished their paintings, they could be framed, giving them a sense of satisfaction and pride.
Rory, dressed in a verdant princess dress, was attentively listening to her mother's explanation. Her big, sparkling
eyes shimmered with curiosity as she asked in a tender voice, “Mommy, oil paintings are even more beautiful than
watercolor paintings, aren't they? Once I learn how to paint with oils, can I paint our whole family into an oil
painting? Would that be okay?”
Avery gently stroked her daughter's little nose, smiling tenderly. “Of course, Sweetheart. I'll be waiting for that day
as I look forward to your masterpiece.”
Zachary diligently followed the painting method taught by his mother.
As he sketched lines on the canvas, he also had to keep an eye out for his sister's mischievous paintbrush.
Avery watched the brother and sister interact with each other in a friendly and joyful manner. Suddenly, her phone,
which she had placed next to her drawing board, began to ring.
It was from Cecelia.
Thinking that Cecelia was about to give birth next month, Avery pressed the answer button.
Just as she was about to speak, she heard a sharp and urgent cry from the other side, a woman's voice filled with
tears, “Avery, help, save my child...”