Madisyn’s eyes flickered to the stranger, noting the undeniable simrities in their features.


    The man produced a document from his briefcase, his hand trembling slightly.


    “Madisyn, when I first saw you at the hospital, something about you struck me, though I dismissed it then,” he exined, his voice choked with emotion.


    “After hearing about the Chapmans’ reunion with their real daughter, I had to know if perhaps, there had been a mistake.


    This paternity test confirms my suspicions—-you are indeed my daughter.


    ”


    Taking the report, Madisyn saw the undeniable proof in ck and white.


    In fact, even without it, their simr features spoke volumes.


    Madisyn’s response was a silence filled with tumultuous thoughts.


    This revtion, this new twist in her alreadyplex narrative, overwhelmed her.


    The man continued, “It’s a lot to take in, I know.


    But this is the truth.


    The night you were born, there was a tragic error at the hospital.


    Due to a nurse’s negligence, three families had their Lives unknowingly intertwined.


    This couple’s child was dered stillborn and mistakenly given to us, you ended up with the Chapmans, and Jenna was brought here.


    ”


    “Your mother and I were devastated, thinking we had lost you,” he added, his eyes moistening.


    “You have no idea how much this affected your mother.


    She’s waiting anxiously at the hotel, hoping to finally meet you.


    ”


    Moved by his sincerity, Madisyn nodded slowly, her gaze shifting back to the farmers.


    The suited man’s voice softened as he promised, “This was all an ident.


    They too are victims in this.


    I intend to offer thempensation for their loss.


    ”


    The male farmer waved his hand dismissively, his voice firm.


    “We don’t needpensation; knowing the truth is enough for us.


    ”


    The farmer’s voice carried a tinge of weariness mixed with a subtle disillusionment as he spoke.


    His rtionship with Jenna, the girl he and his wife had raised as their own, had soured after she reunited with her biological family; she had ceased allmunication with them.


    “You should go home now.novelbin


    It’s


    not often a family finds their way back to each other; don’t waste your time lingering here,” he said, his expression a mixture of sadness and detachment as he guided Madisyn and the suited man to the door.


    Madisyn followed the suited man towards a gleaming Rolls-Royce parked by the curb.


    The opulence of the vehicle was a stark contrast to the modest home she had just exited.


    “Madisyn, I am Glenn Johns, your father.


    From here on out, I’m here for you-whatever you need, don’t hesitate to ask,” the suited man said, his voice soft but firm.


    The realization dawned slowly-Glenn Johns was not just a wealthy man; he was the CEO of the Johns Group-the richest man in Gemond.


    The implications of her newfound lineage began to settle in, heavy and profound.


    Madisyn nodded slowly.


    The Alpenglow Hotel was the most luxurious hotel in Gemond.


    Jenna, draped in a flowing Chanel dress, embodied elegance as she entered the grand Lobby with her parents.


    The asion was momentous; Phyllis had just learned that Lynda Johns, vice president of the Dance Association and a judge for the nationalpetition, was in town.


    Phyllis had quickly seen the opportunity-being under Lynda’s tutge could secure Jenna the championship.


    With this in mind, she had Jenna swiftly put on her finest attire and rushed her to the hotel.


    However, upon their arrival, a surprise awaited them.