Chapter 1031 DNA Testing
Chapter 1031 DNA Testing
Besse listened quietly as Susan spoke.
"Yourwyer and the medical authority who arranged your memory loss diagnosis were all arranged by
Oscar, not me."
The trial was all about Oscar helping Besse under Susan''s name. Besse didn''t respond. Sometimes
she just didn''t know how to respond.
"Oscar has done a lot for you behind the scenes," Susan continued. "I even tried to convince him to
happen between you two, so I often send him pictures of you being intimate with Doyle just to make
him give up on you once and for all. But today he came to watch your trial in person, and I only noticed
because he was sitting alone in a corner looking lonely."
"I think Oscar only likes me because I remind him of Hannah," Besse said. "When someone else
"I don''t know why, but I don''t believe that," Susan replied. "I dislike how fickle Oscar is. If he remarries
someone else, even if it''s you, we''ll never speak again. That''s my bottom line. But even with that
attitude, I still want to help Oscar fight for another chance."
Susan watched Besse closely as she spoke in an attempt to gauge her reaction. But Besse remained
expressionless throughout their conversation. Her calm demeanour reminded Susan of Hannah once
again.
"Do you have no feelings for Oscar?" Susan asked finally after a long pause.
Besse hesitated before answering, "Yes." Her tone was firm and resolute.
Susan looked disappointed as she retorted, "But earlier on, there was hesitation in your voice!"
"I hesitated because I wanted to find the right words without hurting anyone too much," Besse
exined calmly. "If my words are too gentle or vague they might be misunderstood. Therefore it is
better if everyone knows exactly where they stand from the start."
"Okay." Susan nodded silently as she saw Besse''s determination. "I''ll let Oscar know."
"Thank you," Besse smiled gratefully. "I''m going to check on Doyle and see how he''s doing with
packing."
It was obvious that she was avoiding the topic of Oscar.
"Besse," Susan called out to her.
"Yes?"
"Are we friends?" Susan asked her.
"Of course, you''ve helped me a lot. You''re my only friend in Northfield."
"When you get married, when you marry Doyle, remember to invite me to your wedding. As long as I''m
not inbour, I''ll attend your wedding."
"Sure." Besse felt touched but she wasn''t one for overly sentimental moments.
Susan didn''t like goodbyes either; it had always been her biggest fear growing up. She rubbed her
slightly sore nose and said, "I won''t apany you to the airport at this hour. I''m already feeling tired."
"Yeah, don''t bother." Besse didn''t want to make her feel sad.
"I''ll head back now then, wishing you..." Susan''s voice choked up and tears welled up in her eyes
before she continued speaking softly, "All the best."
"You too." Replied Besse calmly.
As soon as Susan left the room, even though she appeared strong on the outside, just like Susan did
earlier, tears were starting to form in Besse''s eyes too. She wasn''t any stronger than anyone else. It
was just that she didn''t want people to see how vulnerable or emotional she could be sometimes.
After stabilizing herself for a while longer, Besse went over to Doyle''s room.
"Are you done with packing?"
"I am," replied Doyle happily while adding, "I thought thiswsuit would drag on forever so I brought
way too much luggage!"
Besse also thought things went smoothly beyond expectations.
"Just checked online news during my break earlier, there isn''t any more hostility towards you anymore.
Many people have even apologized online. On top of ''Phantom'', who used you is now cklisted all
over social mediaworks. She probably won''t be able to find work within design circles anymore."
Said Doyle, delighted.
Besse smiled at this piece of good news before saying, "Let''s leave once everything is packed."
"Do we need go say goodbye Manuel and Susan or tell them anything?"
"Why do you ask? Don''t you have disdainful feelings toward him?" retorted Besse, who found his
question quite childish.
Compared to Doyle, Manuel always behaved with impressive forbearance. That he targeted Doyle
surprised Besse. Perhaps Manuel behaved so due to jealousy issues over him because of Susan.
"Yes, but seeing how he helped you win thiswsuit, I don''t care anymore," Doyle said airily. "Besides,
he''s only targeting me because I was too handsome and caught his wife''s attention. Am I the kind of
person who would be petty about that?!"
"Ah, you are right. You''re the most handsome and magnanimous. But we don''t need to say goodbye to
them again. We already did it earlier and I don''t want to bother them anymore. Susan came with me
early this morning for the hearing and she''s pregnant and needs more rest."
"Okay," Doyle nodded. "Let''s go."
"Let''s go."
The two of them carried their luggage out of the vi together. As they left, Besse couldn''t help but
nce back once. But in the end, she followed Doyle out without looking back again.
When they reached the entrance, a ck car was already waiting there. Besse had prepared herself to
take a taxi to the airport so as not to trouble anyone else. But at that moment, the driver respectfully
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opened their car door and said politely, "Mr George and Miss Besse, I''ll take you both to the airport."
The two didn''t refuse and got in the car.
The driver returned to his seat in front of the wheel before driving away from there.
Manuel stood by a floor-to-ceiling window watching as their car drove off into the distance. He took out
his phone and called Oscar.
"Besse has left."
"Mhm," Oscar replied.
"It is easy enough for us to verify whether or not she is Hannah," Manuel continued speaking "Her DNA
"I know," Oscar interrupted him.
Manuel knew very well that anything he could think of must have already been considered by his
cousin.
"I asked Doyle about it," Manuel changed topic suddenly saying, "he probably doesn''t know Besse''s
true identity yet so if you''re worried about her hating you then maybe start by talking with him first?
There must be some secrets hidden between all these people."