Alexa immediately gathered up the baby. “Alright, I’ll go on in first.”
Sensing the tension, she hugged the child close and deliberately gave the Lees a wide berth as she slipped away.
Geoffrey turned to Catherine and said, “We have things to discuss, ones better kept within the family. There’s no need for outsiders to overhear.” He looked a little astonished. “I never thought your mother’s intuition could be so spot-on. From the very start, she felt something special when she saw you. Come home with us—she’s prepared everything.”
Adela nodded in agreement. “Don’t worry about your things. Just bring the baby and come with us. That’s all that matters.”
Catherine gestured to the sofa. “Please, sit down.”
She gestured to the carafe of water and glasses on the coffee table.
Geoffrey and Adela shared a glance before finally sitting.
“All these years, we know we owe you so much,” Adela began, leaning forward, desperation in her voice. “If you have any resentment, if you want to ask anything of us—whatever it is, just say it. We only want you to come home.”
Catherine sat upright, her expression calm and distant. “Geoffrey, Adela, I’m sorry, but I haven’t taken a DNA test. That’s because I honestly think you must be mistaken. I’ve never once heard the Lee family had a daughter. And besides, the director at my orphanage found me abandoned in the mountains outside Cabinda. Even if you did lose a daughter, I wouldn’t be her.”
If their daughter were lost, kidnapped, even stolen—she never would have ended up abandoned in Cabinda.
Adela responded immediately, “There must’ve been some mix-up behind all this. That’s why you were left in Cabinda. They didn’t want to commit a crime, but they also wanted to make sure we’d never find each other as mother and daughter.”

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