A woman was enduring the most profound shock of her existence. "What? Are you saying Larissa was accidentally switched at birth in the hospital? How can that be?"
Fast forward twelve years later, at the threshold of the DNA testing chamber of Clouriver Central Hospital, Eloise Brown was rendered speechless. The daughter she had nurtured for eighteen years was not her own flesh and blood? How was she to reconcile with this?
Eldis Jones exhaled a helpless sigh. "The test results are clear. Larissa isn't kin to us."
Earlier, his father, Hodiah Jones, had been blindsided by an email. It claimed that his beloved daughter, Larissa Jones, was switched at birth, implying she was not his biological offspring.
Eldis's gaze drifted towards a girl leaning against the corridor wall.
She appeared to be on the cusp of womanhood, around eighteen years. Her attire was a blend of earthy grays, the hem of her pants smeared with mud. Her hair was styled in a pixie cut, her bangs appearing as though gnawed by a dog.
She carried a bulging bag on her back, its weight causing it to sag heavily towards the ground.
The test results indicated that this unkempt girl before him was his true biological daughter!
Eloise followed her husband's gaze to the girl. Her expression was icy, her eyelids heavy. Her feet shuffled in an indecipherable rhythm, making it impossible to gauge her thoughts.
Ever since Hodiah brought her to the hospital, she had remained eerily silent.
Eloise was torn, unsure if she should engage her. It was then she noticed the elevator doors slide open. Another girl, also in her late teens, emerged, limping towards them.
A boy, seemingly five years her junior, was assisting her.
Eloise swiftly moved to support the girl, her voice laced with concern, "Larissa, why are you here? You're injured. You should be resting at home."
Larissa offered a sweet smile, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her mother's ear. Her voice was cheerful, "Mom, I heard my sister's here. I'd like to go home with her."
"Humph! You call that a sister? The only sister in our family is you!" Kolby Jones, the boy aiding Larissa, retorted. His expression was cool and confident.
"Kolbs, mind your language!" Larissa feigned a stern warning.
Kolby pouted. "I'm merely stating the truth. Am I wrong?"
Domenica, the girl who had been leaning against the wall, seemed to notice the commotion. She lifted her head to regard the Jones family.
Her eyes were as captivating as emeralds, her brilliant gaze framed by perfectly arched brows. Her skin was porcelain fair, her lips a natural blush of rose. Despite her grungy appearance, the moment she lifted her face, she eclipsed her surroundings.
Her delicate features were a balm for weary eyes. Even her disheveled bangs couldn't mar her innate beauty.
As she raised her head, a collective gasp echoed. She was breathtakingly beautiful!
Her ethereal beauty left them feeling inadequate, their own looks paling in comparison.
They had never witnessed such a radiant girl before!
Larissa's fists clenched reflexively, her gaze flashing a tinge of concealed jealousy and resentment.
However, all eyes were on Domenica at the moment.
"The DNA test results are ready."
A voice sliced through the stunned silence.
Domenica stepped forward to receive the DNA test report, her eyes swiftly scanning its contents.
"Probability of Parentage: 99.99%, Confirmed Parent-Child Relationship."
Clutching the report, Domenica's gaze fell, her eyes clouded with a mix of annoyance and confusion...