Chapter 214 Finding Her Biological Parents


    Yvonne pointed at the room.


    Understanding her, Sue pushed the pot of tea to her with a smile. "Since sir’s in the room, send the


    tea to him, madam.”


    "I''m not going to do it," Yvonne refused.


    Sue was taken aback. "Why?"


    "I don''t want to talk to him," Yvonne answered honestly.


    The corner of Yvonne''s lips twitched. "Madam, did you have a tantrum with sir again?”


    "No. Haven''t I been this way with him this month?" Yvonne asked faintly.


    Sue sighed, "Sure. Have a rest then, madam. TH send the tea.”


    She picked up the teapot and headed to the room.


    Henry was making a call when he heard the knocks. With a fleeting gaze, he uttered coldly, "Come


    in!"


    Sue entered while pushing the door. "Sir, freshly brewed tea."


    "Leave it here." Henry cast his gaze on the table in the room.


    "Yes." Sue put down the tea.


    Henry moved over to pour himself a cup, asking," Where''s Yvonne Frey?"


    "Madam is outside in the living room. Do you need her, sir?" Sue looked at him curiously.


    Henry waved his hand in response. "It’s fine. Keep an eye on her, don’t let her go around


    wandering."


    "Don''t worry, sir," Sue replied.


    Henry made a hum. "You may leave now."


    "Yes." With a nod, Sue went out.


    When the door was closed, Henry put the teacup in his hold down and reced his mobile phone


    against his ear. "Have you noted what I told you just now?"


    "Yes," Joe answered respectfully.


    "Good. I give you a month to investigate it," Henry said.


    Joe looked troubled. "Mr. Lancaster, isn''t a month too short? It''s something from twenty-five years


    ago after all. The technology wasn''t as advanced back then. We didn''t even have surveince


    cameras. It''s a challenge to find them."


    "I know," Henry answered without any expression, "So I allow you to go to Shane. He has Yvonne


    Frey''s DNA record. Get the record andpare it to the gene bank. You should be able to find her


    biological parents then."


    "But what if the gene bank doesn''t have the records of madam''s biological parents?" Joe was


    worried.


    Henry thought deeply for a few seconds with his eyes looking down. "Then investigate it from the


    Freys. I believe the husband and wife should know who Yvonne Frey’s parents are, but don''t rm


    them when you go about it."


    "I understand. Is there anything else, Mr. Lancaster?" asked Joe.


    Henry pinched between his brows. "No. You can tend t o it now."


    "Yes."


    Ending the phone call, Henry put his phone away and went out of the room.


    Catching sight of him, Yvonne scoffed softly without greeting the man. Henry went over to her and


    sat in front of her.


    "Yvonne Frey," he called out.


    "What?” Yvonne looked at him.


    Henry smoothed out his sleeves as he spoke in a deep tone, "Have you ever thought of why your


    parents mistreat you?"


    There was a halt from Yvonne before she questioned back, "Why are you suddenly asking me


    this?"


    "Just a little curious," Henry said nonchntly.


    Without thinking much of it, Yvonne answered with her pursed lips. "What else? They prefer their


    son over their daughter, probably."


    "Is that really the case?" Henry squinted.


    Yvonne frowned. "What else could it be if not this?"


    Henry did not reply, his lips pressed together as he looked like he was contemting. After some


    time, he spoke, "Nothing, just asking."


    "Just asking?" Yvonne looked at him skeptically. "You seem a bit strange today. Just asking? Why


    aren''t you asking about something else but this? Could you..."


    Before she finished, the ring of a phone cut her off.


    Henry fished out his phone from his pocket and checked it before getting up and going out to the


    front yard.


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    Looking at his hurried pace, Yvonne felt a pinch on her heart.


    It was just a call, but he had specifically gone out to answer it. It must be Jacqueline - only


    Jacqueline would make him anxious like this.


    Gosh, and he said that he loved her. Yet every time something came up with Jacqueline, he tossed


    her aside. What was the difference between a love like this and charity?


    From Yvonne''s point of view, Henry did not love her at all. He must have had other motives for


    saying that he loved her. It was fortunate that she did not believe him dumbly.


    With these in mind, Yvonne stood up and red at the man in the yard resentfully before turning


    back to go t o her room.


    Henry turned around as if feeling the re and caught her closing the room door huffing. He raised


    his brow at that. What was wrong with the woman? Who ruffled her feathers?


    "Henry? Henry?" Shane''s confused calls came through the phone.


    Henry''s gaze flickered. "What?"


    "I should be the one asking that. What are you doing? I’ve been calling out for you for some time,"


    Shane asked.


    Turning around again, Henry replied, "Nothing. What were you saying just now?"


    "I was asking why you’re sending Joe to get Yvonne''s DNA record from me. I''ve asked him, but he


    didn’t say anything while acting all mysterious, only supplying that you’ve sent him. So I''m calling


    you now to ask you about it," Shane said seriously.


    Henry did not keep the truth from him, spilling the beans directly.


    Shane widened his eyes when he heard it. "Are... are you for real?"


    "It''s true." Henry nodded.


    There was a beat of silence from Shane before he asked in feigned nonchnce, "Henry, how do


    you know that she’s not a Frey?"


    "A woman from her vige told me," Henry answered.


    "I see." Shane looked fazed.


    He had thought that he was the only one person who knew about the secret other than Mr. and Mrs.


    Frey, not expecting the people in Yvonne’s vige to know about it too and even tell Henry.


    Now that Henry was asking him for Yvonne''s DNA sample, it was inly obvious that he was


    looking for Yvonne''s biological parents for her.


    As predicted, before Shane confirmed it, Henry said," Shane, you''re a doctor, you have a say with


    those at the gene bank and have the right to check the records there. I need your help."


    "What will you do after you find them?" Shane asked suddenly.


    Henry replied without a thought. "Reunite, of course."


    Shaneughed but it did not reach his eyes. "Reunite? Henry, don’t you think what you picture is too


    simple?"


    "What do you mean?" Henry narrowed his brows.


    "I mean, you''re taking it too matter of course. Have you thought about the reason Yvonne was


    adopted by the Freys not because they stole her or bought her from the traffickers but that her


    biological parents gifted her to them?" 1


    Henry was startled when he heard Shane. He really never thought about it.


    Picking up on his silence, Shane prodded his sses before saying, "Besides, even if Yvonne


    wasn''t abandoned by her biological parents to be given away, do they really care about her as their


    daughter when it''s been so many years? What if they already have other children? Will the kid


    wee her as an older sister?"


    The question stumped Henry once more.


    He had to give it to Shane as these questions never crossed his mind.


    He was only thinking that the Freys were mistreating Yvonne and were undeserving to be her


    parents, and thus he wanted to find her biological parents, assuming that she would have actually


    family that way. Now that he had Shane’s input, he realized that h e truly had not considered things


    thoroughly.


    "You''ve reminded me," Henry sighed.


    There was a light chortle from Shane. "Do you still n to look for them for her then?"