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    “Yes, I’ve done a paternity test.


    She’s Uncle Kori’s daughter.


    ”


    Kyra, who had been listening outside the ajar door, heard the news and let the tray she was holding slip from her hands.


    It crashed to the floor with a loud tter.


    The loud noise startled Bet; he went to open the door wide and saw Kyra standing there, her face wet with tears.


    Her eyes, filled with both hope and sorrow, left him momentarily stunned.


    Kyra reached out, gripping his hand tightly.


    “You really found her?”


    Bet gently led her into the study, his voice calm and reassuring.


    “Take a deep breath.


    It’s going to be okay.


    ”


    He took a moment to exin, “Her name is Ste, and she’s married to Matthew.


    ”


    Kyra’s grip on his hand tightened.


    “We need to go to the rks, right now.


    ”


    “Grandma.


    ” Bet’s mind raced as he thought about Ste lying in a hospital bed, still unconscious.


    They insisted on visiting Ste, undeterred by Bet’s persuasion.


    He had no choice but to confess, “Ste is in the hospital.


    ”


    Hearing that, Kyra and Byron were determined to visit Ste in the hospital.


    At the hospital, Kyra’s eyes locked onto Ste’s face, so strikingly simr to Kori’s that her heart ached with emotion.


    Tears streamed down her cheeks as she began to sob.


    “It’s her.


    It’s really her.


    She looks just like Kori.


    There’s no mistake.


    We’ve finally found her.


    ”


    Byron’s eyes were also red and puffy.


    They had nned to meet their granddaughter back then, but they hadn’t expected an ident to ur.


    After nearly twenty years apart, they had resigned themselves to the belief that they would never see her again.


    Now that their granddaughter had unexpectedly reappeared, the joy of finding her was mingled with a deep, bittersweet ache.


    Bet stepped forward, handing them tissues with a sympathetic expression.


    He understood their overwhelming feelings but gently said, “First, dry your tears.


    She doesn’t know who she is yet.


    We don’t want to scare her.


    ”


    Ste, lying in aatose state in the bed, furrowed her brow slightly as a persistent buzzing invaded her ears.


    In the depths of her dreams, she ran ceaselessly, her shouts for help hanging unanswered in the air.


    Fear clenched her so tightly that when she tried to scream, her voice deserted her.


    Suddenly, a hand grasped hers firmly.


    Her eyes snapped open, clouded with confusion.


    Before she could make sense of her surroundings, the room filled with urgent cries for a doctor.