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On the other end, the doctor’s office.
Gwen stared at the gift box on the table, unmoving.
This was just received by her, from Gabriella a month ago.
It took a while before Gwen opened it, inside were a pair of new wristbands and a card handwritten by Gabriella. “Don’t be mad at me, okay?”
“Remember to take good care of yourself.”
Gwen took out the wristband and put it on, feeling a slight bitterness in her heart. How could she be angry? Even in the last moment before that fool died, he still said sorry.
The phone rang and she answered it.
“Gwen, I have made some progress on the investigation you asked me to do. Gabriella was born seven months premature, but she doesn’t seem like a premature baby. Her father once mentioned while drunk that he suspected Gabriella might not be his child.”
She stood there in a daze.
Before, she knew it was impossible but still asked someone to investigate, desperately trying to find out something to dispel Gabriella’s thoughts of death.
“And then what?”
“Then I followed this direction to search, and I actually found something. I will show you.”
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The next second, there was an extra photo in the phone.
Gabriella’s mother’s prenatal examination report, taken before she was abducted, stated: 8 weeks pregnant.
“Gabriella’s mother was preparing for her wedding with her first love. before she was kidnapped. Based on this timeline, Gabriella’s biological father should be her first love, which means Gabriella has absolutely no connection with that damn murderer…”
Gwen’s mind went blank, she couldn’t hear what her friend said next, let alone when the other person hung up.
Tears slid down her cheeks, crashing onto the screen of her phone, the pain almost swallowing her whole.
Gabriella is not the daughter of that murderer. So what does all the suffering she has endured over the years amount to? She clearly deserved. a better, more promising life.
The door was pushed open and the nurse saw Gwen, tears streaming down her face, looking back at her in shock.
Gwen took a deep breath. “What’s the matter?”
The young nurse handed over the invitation, “It was just delivered by the Dalloz family.”
Gwen looked down and saw the signature Reynald, inviting her to attend. Gabriella’s funeral.
“Reynald was a bit strange,” the young nurse muttered, “he didn’t know how to treat people well when he was alive, but now that he’s dead, they want to hold a funeral. Who is it for?”
Gwen laughed, but the coldness in her eyes deepened.
She would go to the funeral, making sure both the Dalloz family and the
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Hensley family knew how they had driven the most innocent person to their death!
The next morning at ten o’clock, Gwen went to the hotel.
The funeral was held at the hotel, but there was not a single wreath to be seen. Instead, the place was decorated with bright red roses in full bloom.
The songs played by the band were getting more and more festive, one after another.
The guests could not laugh, could not cry, and the hotel was unusually
quiet.
Gwen looked at Reynald standing at the door in a white suit.
The madman set up a memorial hall at the funeral five years ago, and five years later, he turned the memorial hall into a wedding.
“Who was it done for?”
Reynald seemed to be unaffected by her mockery and bowed solemnly.
“You were Gabriella’s only best friend, she must have been very happy to see you. Thank you for coming to the ceremony.
Gwen’s lips curled into a cold smile.
“I didn’t just come to watch, I also brought you a big gift.”
With those words, she walked into the banquet hall, where the only thing. related to Gabriella was her photo.
That photo Reynald intentionally took in black and white, now he is struggling to add color to it. The person who once repeatedly wished her dead, now is obsessively thinking about keeping her alive.
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“The Hensley family arrived.”
Hearing the whispers, Gwen turned her head and her gaze fixed on the man supporting Agnes.
Just like Gabriella. The eyes, the nose, all look alike.
Gabriella could never have imagined that she would see her father for the first time at this so–called funeral!
Karson Davies seemed to sense something and turned his head.
Just then, our eyes met.
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