Chapter 480 Tracing the Truth
Anneliese thought about it for a moment, took a deep breath, and nodded.
I’ll make time in the next couple of days to fly over to Madfell and meet Sylvia.”
Jonathan frowned right away. Flying all the way to Madfell would wear her out.
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“I’ll have someone bring Sylvia here,” he said thoughtfully. “It’ll be more convenient if you want to take her to pay respects to Old Mrs. White.”
Anneliese’s eyes lit up. “You really think of everything.”
Jonathan kept his gaze on her. “What about you?”
“What about me?” She looked confused.
He sighed. “You’re not the White family’s daughter. Have you ever thought about finding your real parents?”
She hadn’t really considered it–maybe she just didn’t want to. After everything that happened with the White family, her hopes and longing for parental love had been slowly worn away.
Seeing her fall silent, Jonathan pulled her into his arms, kissed the top of her head, and spoke gently. “Don’t think about it for now. Just let things happen naturally.”
“Okay.”
He patted her back, though he’d already instructed Zion to investigate her background. Not knowing the truth was like sitting on a ticking time bomb. Whether she wanted to reconnect’with her birth family was one thing, but understanding what had happened was another. Anneliese being mistaken for the White family’s daughter all those years ago was clearly no coincidence. Someone had interfered.
“When you were picked up from Baytree, besides Timothy, who else was there?” Jonathan suddenly asked.
Anneliese caught on immediately. “You think someone around Timothy tampered with things back then?”
If anyone could have manipulated the identity switch, Timothy seemed like the most obvious suspect.
“Timothy found out early on that Mikita had swapped the babies, leaving his and Melanie’s daughter with an old couple. He didn’t have the means to find them. When Melanie eventually realized Selina wasn’t her daughter, he probably panicked. He must have feared she and her children would keep searching for their real daughter and sister, eventually tracing everything back to Mikita. So he brought home a fake to
appease them”
Anneliese still couldn’t understand how such a huge mistake had happened otherwise.
Jonathan shook his head. “Don’t forget why Timothy is still locked up.”
She froze as she remembered that Timothy had been suspected of working with Mikita to traffic and abandon children, and it was Jonathan who had blocked his bail.
If Timothy had known from the start that she wasn’t the real daughter, he would have told the police long
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ago to secure his release, especially during White Inc.’s critical period. It was apparent he had no idea.
Anneliese frowned. “Then there’s a third party involved. Who could it be? And why would they do something like this?”
Jonathan saw she was getting upset and gently pinched her nose. “I’ll have someone go to Baytree and find out what really happened back then.”
She nodded, then leaned forward and kissed him. “Hubby, you’re going to spoil me rotten.”
“Hmm?”
“You think of everything and take care of it all for me.” She narrowed her eyes playfully. “I’m starting to think you’re up to something–trying to turn me into someone who can’t live without you. Mr. Fullbuster, you’re pretty sneaky.”
Jonathan smirked. “So, Mrs. Fullbuster, have you fallen for it?”
Anneliese huffed, ready to retort, when a loud bang hit the car window. The sound made her jump. After everything that had happened that day, she was on edge every time someone knocked on the window. She instinctively ducked into Jonathan’s arms, thinking, Please don’t tell me that crazy Selina’s back again.
When she turned and saw who it was, her cheeks flushed bright red. She quickly dove under Jonathan’s suit jacket to hide.
He glanced down at the girl hiding in his arms, amusement flickering in his eyes. As the traffic officer raised his hand to knock again, Jonathan rolled down the window.
The officer didn’t react to the couple cuddled up in the back seat–he’d seen plenty on the job. What caught his attention was the man’s commanding presence and striking, refined looks. He was clearly no ordinary person, though that didn’t excuse parking violations.
The officer cleared his throat. “What’s going on here? You can’t park here for long.”
Jonathan nodded politely, patted the girl hiding in his arms, and said, “You hear that, sweetheart? Stop giving me a hard time and cut me some slack for the officer’s sake.”
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