Chapter 422 Who Is She
Christina treated Yerek’s words as if they were a joke. “How could you, an outsider, im to know my
identity better than I do?”
Yerek responded with an amused look and countered, “What if it’s something that has been kept from
you?”
Christina’s e eyes narrowed, and it felt as if time stood still, even though only a few seconds had
passed.
She had never questioned her identity before this moment.
In her mind, she simply had a despicable father figure and had no desire to delve into her past ever
again. It was enough for her to live peacefully with her mother for the rest of her days.
“You can’t possibly know more about me than I do, especially if it’s something I’mpletely unaware
of. so drop it,” Christina firmly stated, refusing to entertain Yerek’s ims. She turned around, intending
to leave.
“Yourst name isn’t Steele, and you’re not the daughter of Gideon and Sharon. You are the eldest.
daughter of the Gibson family from Hallsbay.” Yerek revealed through gritted teeth.
Though reluctant, Yerek saw this as the best way to break her and Nathaniel apart.
Christina halted in her tracks and narrowed her eyes as she processed Yerek’s words.
Noticing Christina’s hesitation, Yerek handed her a folder he had prepared earlier.
“Take a look at these documents. If you find them iplete, perhaps Nathaniel’s study holds the
information you’re seeking,” he suggested.
With a mix of spection and doubt swirling in her mind. Christina epted the folder.
She left the hotel and drove back to Scenic Garden Manor.
Upon entering her room, Christina wasted no time opening the folder, causing its contents to spill onto
the surface before her.
However, instead of directly addressing her background and identity, she discovered a newspaper
cutting. The article recounted an incident that had taken ce over twenty years ago. It described the
copse of a real estate site owned by Hadley Corporation, resulting in a trapped car and the death of
one passenger, as well as severe injuries to another.
Charlie, who had still been the CEO of Hadley Corporation at that time, had publicly apologized for the
tragic event.
Confusion washed over Christina as she tried to connect the dots between this incident and her own
life, but Yerek’s words lingered in her mind, urging her to delve deeper.
Intrigued and driven by her growing curiosity, Christina decided to seek answers in Nathaniel’s study.
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In the spacious study, the table disyed neatly stacked folders and a sleek pen holder housing an
expensive pen.
Despite her thorough search for clues on the study table, Christina found nothing of relevance.
Frustrated, she shifted her attention to the bookshelves, meticulously scanning the books in hopes of
stumbling upon
something that would shed light on her identity.
However, her efforts proved fruitless, leaving her to question if Yerek had once again deceived her.
“What are you doing?” A deep, husky voice startled Christina out of her reverie, causing her to jump in
fright.
Swiftly regaining herposure, she turned around to face Nathaniel. “I thought I could help organize
your shelves since I have some free time,” she exined.
“Just leave it to the housekeeper,” Nathaniel insisted, firmly grabbing her wrist and pulling her toward
the nearby couch.
“Why are your hands so cold?” he asked.
“I’m feeling a bit cold,” Christina instinctively replied, pulling her hand away. Unaware that Nathaniel
had entered the study while she was engrossed in her search, she had broken into a nervous sweat,
causing her palms to grow cold.
Nathaniel nced around and noticed that the air conditioner was turned off while a refreshing summer
breeze filled the room. Perplexed, he couldn’t understand why Christina’s hands were so cold despite
thefortable temperature,
“Maybe it’s the chilling wind since it’s getting dark.” Nathaniel got up and closed the windows.
Just then, two small figures-Lucas and Cam-burst into the room. They joyfully ran toward Christina
and wrapped their tiny arms around her legs. “Mommy, Grandma had the driver send a huge cake for
us,” Cam eximed, her head tilted to the side.
She looked at Christina with innocent eyes and added, “Mommy, let’s go downstairs and have some
cake, okay?”
“All right, let’s go have some cake. But we should get Daddy toe along too,” Christina replied,
reaching down to hold Lucas’ hand.
Sensing the n, Cam tactfully ran over to Nathaniel and grabbed his hand. She looked up at him
with wide eyes. “How could we let Daddy miss out on something so good? Right?” she said,
punctuating her words with a yful wink.
Nathaniel, despite not having a sweet tooth, couldn’t resist his daughter’s adorable persuasion.
He scooped Cam up into his arms, and all four of them happily headed downstairs for cake.
After enjoying the snack together, Christina took Lucas and Cam back upstairs, bathed them, and
tucked them into bed.
The following day. Nathaniel left early for work, even though it was a weekend.
Meanwhile, Christina engrossed herself in her design draft, basking in the gentle morning light that
streamed through the windows.
Despite being on holiday. Lucas and Cam chose to stay by their mother’s side rather than venturing
out to y.
As their restlessness grew, the two siblings began a spirited game of ser right in the study. Before
long, the room echoed with the sound of documents and books toppling off the shelves.
Startled, Christina looked up from her work, her face etched with worry. “Are you two hurt?” she asked
anxiously.
Lucas quickly shook his head. With a sheepish smile, he admitted, “No, but all the books are on the
ground now.”
Cam, assuming a grown-up demeanor, scolded Lucas, “I told you not to y ser in the study.”
Christina approached them to make sure they were unhurt. She then instructed, “Go out and y. I’ll
clean up in here.”
Lucas’s head drooped as he pouted. “I’m sorry. Mommy. I won’t do it again,” he promised.
Cam, taking charge, seized Lucas’s hand and pulled him out of the room. “You’re always making
Mommy work, Lucas. That’s not good. Don’t worry, Mommy, I’ll teach Lucas a good lesson.”
A smile crept onto Christina’s face as she watched her kids running off. She bent down to pick up the
folders scattered all over the floor.
As she did so, one of the folders slipped out of her grasp, causing the papers inside it to scatter all over
the floor.
Christina berated herself for being clumsy as she reached out to retrieve the folder. As the papers
settled, Christina’s eyes focused on the words printed on the papers, illuminated by the bright light in
the room.
It detailed a grave mistake that had urred at the hospital where she was born. A mix-up had
resulted in several babies being taken to the wrong homes, a shocking revtion that had been
extensively covered by the news media for several days.
Amidst the scattered papers, she discovered a document containing a patient’s information, with her
mother’s name prominently disyed.
However, it bore the devastating news that Sharon’s premature child had tragically passed away.
A rush of realization washed over Christina as her mind began swirling with a whirlwind of questions.
If Sharon’s child had died over twenty years ago, then who was she?
The very foundation of her identity seemed to crumble before her eyes, leaving her in a state of
profound confusion.
Overwhelmed by the weight of these revtions, Christina sank onto the couch, desperately attempting
to gather her thoughts and make sense of this unsettling discovery.
Feeling lethargic, she leaned on the couch and eventually drifted off to sleep.
After some time, she dazedly became aware that someone had draped a nket over her. The gesture
woke her up, as she was a light sleeper.
“Did I wake you?” Nathaniel had returned during her slumber, and the study now appeared clean and
tidy once again.
Christina sat up and shook her head. “No. Are you done with work?”
“Yes.” Nathaniel’s gaze turned icy as he locked eyes with her. “Did you go through my folders?”
A chill ran down Christina’s spine as she was at a loss for words.
She hoped he hadn’t noticed as she had tidied up the scattered folders just now.
Just then, Lucas ran into the room. “Daddy, don’t me Mommy! It was my fault I identally knocked
the folders off your shelves while I was ying ser in here earlier.”