Suddenly, a thought struck her.
Was Ste attempting to obtain Be’s hair?
Of course! That exined Ste’s eagerness to gift Be the hairpin.
Panic set in, and Elizabeth mulled over her next move.
She decided to seek advice from Kristian.
Rising quickly, she dered, “I’ll go grab the coffee.
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She hastened forward, but as she rounded the corner, she collided with a waitressing the other way.
Elizabeth’s expression soured as she snapped, “Didn’t you see me standing here?”
The waitress stammered out apologies repeatedly.
Although seething with irritation, Elizabeth had no time to Linger on the mishap.
She scowled and barked, “Just get the hell out of my face, you fool!”
“Thank you…” The waitress murmured her thanks and turned to leave.
As Elizabeth reached for her phone, she noticed the waitress’s hair.
It was remarkably simr to Be’s in length and color.
“Wait a minute,” she called the waitress back.
“What’s wrong?” The waitress looked apprehensive, fearing further reprimand.
Elizabeth gestured toward her hair and offered, “I’ll pay you.
Could you give me a few strands of your hair?”
Elizabeth returned to their table, holding three cups of coffee.
She fixed her gaze on Ste for a moment, and then shifted her attention to Ste’s bag.
If her deduction was correct, Ste had surreptitiously ced Be’s hair in there.N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.
Elizabeth couldn’t fathom how Ste hade to suspect Be’s true identity as her mother, but she was determined to thwart any attempt at a paternity test using Be’s hair.
Every aspect of Be’s existence was exclusively Elizabeth’s; she would not tolerate anyone encroaching upon it, least of all Ste.
If Ste seeded, Elizabeth’s efforts thus far would be rendered futile.
With these thoughts, Elizabeth’s eyes darkened with resolve.
Ste remained oblivious to Elizabeth’s growing hostility.
With Be’s hair finally secured, her heart raced with anticipation.
She desperately sought an excuse to depart.
Ste and Elizabeth harbored their own contemtions, while Be remained oblivious.