Chapter 586 We’ll Just Have To Do A DNA Test!


    Queenie was so sure that her birth daughter was Julie because she had gone to look for Allison more


    than once!


    She wanted from Allison the truth of the incident back then!


    Allison, irritated by Queenie''s incessant pestering, said mockingly," Queenie, when you delivered your


    daughter back then, she wascking oxygen and was blue and purple all over. She didn''t even cry or


    make a sound, and we thought that she was dead. That was why we tossed her out into the dumpster


    near the clinic. It was so cold, and even if the baby were alive, she would have been killed by the


    weather..." i


    At that moment, Queenie had the urge to kill Allison!


    Why did they not wait for Queenie to regain consciousness, so that she could see her baby at least


    once?


    Why were they so cruel to toss her baby into a dumpster, even though she had almost died giving birth


    to it?


    Seeing Queenie discreetly wiping away her tears, Shakira knew that she was not in a stable emotional


    state. She turned to speak to the middle- aged woman. "Mrs. Anderson, can you tell us the details of


    how you found Julie back then?"


    Shakira helped Mrs. Anderson stand up, and they walked in front of Queenie. Thedy kept kneading


    her hands, and she seemed very anxious.


    She was about the same age as Queenie and Shakira. However, thanks to years of menialbor, the


    wrinkles on the corners of her eyes were very deep, and half of her hair was white. Her hands were dry


    and coarse.


    Uneasily, Mrs. Anderson started speaking in a thick country ent. "Ah...


    Ah''m not sure what to say..."


    Queenie held Mrs. Anderson''s hands tightly and asked agitatedly, "Can you tell me how you discovered


    Julie in the dumpster? Please be as detailed as possible."


    Queenie''s fair, tender, and well-manicured hands were a stark contrast to


    Mrs. Anderson’s coarse hands.


    Mrs. Anderson wanted to pull away, but Queenie held her hands very tightly.


    Mrs. Anderson looked at the tears in Queenie''s eyes and tried her best to recall what happened more


    than twenty years ago. Eventually, she began to stammer, "Ah... Ah need to think about it carefully.


    That day, just as usual, me and my husband went to set up our stall at the market. When we walked


    past a clinic in the town, we heard weak crying sounds. Me and my husband went to search where that


    came from, and by golly! We found a li''l baby smeared in blood in the dumpster. Ah wonder who''s the


    wretch that tossed a baby into the dumpster on a cold day!


    "Me and my husband didn''t go to the market that day. We brought the baby home, cleaned her up, and


    brought her to the hospital for a check-up. Bless her, she''s very healthy. At that time, ah was married to


    my husband for almost five years, and we''ve never had a child of our own. We couldn''t figure out why,


    even though we went for treatment many times. Nothing''s ever worked for us. We''ve given up, and


    we''re nning on adopting a child so that there''ll be someone who''ll bury us. We didn''t expect to pick


    up a child. Oh, bless the Lord and his providence. We took care of the baby until today..."


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    After that, Mrs. Anderson looked at Julie unblinkingly.


    Her withered gaze was filled with love and care, but there was an inexplicable hint of grief in her


    expression.


    She and her husband had treated Julie like their birth daughter.


    They were poor, but they had given their daughter their best while raising her. They lived frugal lives so


    that their daughter lived a good life, like the rich kids intown.


    Mr. Anderson''s head was lowered as he smoked his pipe. He was also in grief.


    Now that Julie''s birth mother had found her, would she leave them behind?


    Actually, Julie was already aware of her background.


    When she was in middle school, her neighbor had identally divulged the fact that Mr. and Mrs.


    Anderson were not her birth parents. That time, Julie had raised a fuss about wanting to find her birth


    parents.


    Mr. and Mrs. Anderson tried to convince her that she should look for her birth parents when she grew


    older. Julie did not listen. Instead, she cried and threw tantrums, even threatening suicide.


    Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were terrified.


    Instantly, they decided to use their savings to look for Julie''s birth parents.


    The two-year search that used up all their savings turned out to be fruitless. Mrs. Anderson was even


    hospitalized because she overworked herself.


    Seeing that her birth parents were nowhere to be found, she stopped throwing tantrums, and peace


    resumed.


    However, she became more of a spendthrift after that. She also became temperamental and would


    randomly throw tantrums.


    Mr. and Mrs. Anderson spoiled her just as usual. She was their precious daughter after all!


    After listening to Mrs. Anderson''s story, Julie walked in front of Queenie. She kneaded her hands, her


    sparkling eyes blinked, and she asked timidly," Are... are you really my birth mother?"


    Queenie was dressed in a bespoke suit-dress, which entuated her slender body and made her look


    noble. At first nce, Julie could tell that Queenie was a very wealthy woman who lived in the city.


    Looking at Queenie closely, Julie thought that she somehow looked familiar.


    She seemed to have seen that face before, but she could not figure out when or where.


    "Mom, we can take a DNA test to see if Julie is my elder sister. We''ll get the results in a few days," Leia


    said gently.


    ''Look at those innocent eyes! She desires so much that Queenie is her birth mother!


    TH make her wishe true then!'' "You must have had it hard, child." Queenie caressed Julie''s fair


    and tender face and started to sob.


    She looked carefully at Julie''s facial features. The more she looked at Julie’s face, the more she


    thought that they looked simr.


    "It''s not confirmed yet, Queenie. We should wait for the DNA test results." Shakira remained sensible.


    She was afraid that Queenie might be disappointed.


    Queenie reluctantly let go of Julie''s hands. "We should go to the hospital and perform a DNA test now.


    Before we get the results, perhaps you and your adoptive parents cane and stay at my house.


    What do you think?"


    She turned her head to look at the middle-aged couple and said gently," Mr. Anderson, Mrs. Anderson,


    you cane and stay in the Norman residence for the next few days. If Julie is really my birth


    daughter, I willpensate you handsomely. I apologize for inconveniencing you two for the next few


    days."


    Mr. and Mrs. Anderson nodded stiffly.


    They were reluctant to see their daughter leave. However, looking at the fact that Queenie seemed to


    be very wealthy and influential, they realized that they were not in the position to negotiate.


    "Wee to the Norman family, Sis Julie." Leia hugged Julie''s elbow and pretended to be close to her.


    Julie looked at how enthusiastic Leia was. Her gaze fell on Leia''s diamond earrings and her Chanel


    clothes. At that moment, the envy in her heart was at its peak.


    She prayed that she was really Queenie Ziegler''s birth daughter.


    That way, she would have an elegant and noble mother and could enjoy the life of a socialite.


    She hated her current condition. She did not want her parents to be wet market traders. That was so


    embarrassing...


    More importantly, she did not want to live in poverty anymore...