<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1026 A Long Wait</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Meanwhile, within an orphanage in Tud.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie was brimming with excitement as she sat in the director’s office.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Director, where is my biological daughter now?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The director asked her to sit down first, and then they could chat at a leisurely pace.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie’s heart was still racing after she had sat down. She had always yearned to find her biological daughter, and then, after more than two decades, she finally had a small lead.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“A few days ago, one of our teachers heard someone inquiring. That person was asking about a baby girl who was taken from us twenty–eight years ago. That person wanted to know who her biological parents were.” The director pulled out the adoption registry from many years ago.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The registry had faded to a dull yellow, with many details barely discernible. However, one thing was clear. During that winter, there had been only two baby girls adopted.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">One of them was Queenie’s daughter..</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">suspect it might be the child who was adopted years ago, now returning, hoping to find her biological parents,” the director continued. “Many of the records from back then are now lost, so there’s a fifty percent chance that this person could very well be your daughter.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie nodded repeatedly. “All right. Where is that person now?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She was already impatient to meet that person.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The director then uttered regretfully, “I’m sorry, but the person who came might have been afraid of being recognized. She didn’t tell us her name or where she lives.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie’s emotions were in a constant state of flux. “How am I supposed to find her, then?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“She said she woulde over this afternoon to register, and while she’s here, she’ll leave her gic information. It’ll make it easier to confirm familial rtionships,” the director said.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The weight that had been pressing on Queenie’s heart finally lifted when she heard those words. “All right. I’ll wait for her right here.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie was eager to see her biological daughter, truly wanting to know what she looked like and if she was doing well.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She was terrified, deeply afraid that her daughter could be adopted into a troubled family where she would suffer and endure hardship.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie had made up her mind. As soon as she found her biological daughter, she would provide her with the best life possible. Regardless of the circumstances, she was determined to make up for any past wrongs her biological daughter had suffered. She was resolute in her decision. She would never allow her biological daughter to endure any hardship or injustice again.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Unfortunately, her hopes were dashed that day.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">longing for a mother’s love, so she had her caregiver asist her in gathering information.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Originally, she had nned for Cecilia to go register at the orphanage that y,</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Regrettably, Cecilia was unwilling and turned it down.</font></font>
A few hours passed by as Queenie waited.
As time ticked away, it was already live in the afternoon, yet the person who was supposed to appear had not arrived.
A sense of loss unconsciously filled the depths of Queenie’s eyes.
The director approached and said, “Did something happen on the way? She should be here…”
Upon hearing those words, Queenie immediately instructed her subordinates to check along the way to see if there were any traffic idents nearby.
Nightfall soon descended.
It was already seven or eight o’clock, yet Queenie was still waiting for someone who hadn’t shown up.N?velDrama.Org owns ? this.
Right then, Cassandra called her and asked, “Mom, how’s the matter at yourpany going? Haven’t you settled everything yet?”
Queenie was in a terrible mood, struggling to suppress her overwhelming feelings of frustration as she answered, “Cassandra, I have some important matters to attend to over the next few days. You’ll be on your own at the hospital, but don’t worry, I’ve arranged for the best caregiver to take care of you. If anythinges up, just give me a call.”
Queenie was determined to find her biological daughter.
Cassandra was seldom treated with such coldness by Queenie, which left the former feeling somewhat displeased. Yet, she responded with a hum.
At that moment, the director came over, oblivious to the fact that Queenie was on the phone. He brought over the surveince footage from that day for her to review. “Mdm. Queenie, this is the surveince footage of the person who came to the orphanage that day….
On the other end of the call, Cassandra hadn’t hung up the phone yet when she heard the mention of an orphanage. Her heart instantly skipped a beat.