Ste did not want Bianca to have regrets, so she agreed in the hospital. Now, she felt pity for her daughter who had been lost to the world. The false daughter was about to inherit the estate and thepany, while the real daughter’s whereabouts were unknown, and Ste found this thought pitiable.


    Meredith understood clearly. It seemed Terrence Sterling had guessed correctly; Bianca had always known, but for the sake of the bigger picture, to protect the Chaucer family’s reputation and lineage, she had kept silent.


    Julian was surprised: “I didn’t expect this. We need to find the real daughter of the Chaucer family quickly, otherwise, if something happens to Bianca, it would be such a regret.”


    Meredith dared not say much, as the test results had not yete out, so she remained silent.ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    Grandma Sterling said, “I told you, that Joy Chaucer is a fake. Ah, you youngsters are not as observant as an olddy like me.”


    Ste and Julian: “……”


    Ste muttered, “Mom, when did you ever say that?”


    Julian chimed in, “Mom, isn’t that just hindsight? Besides, Bianca’s daughter has been missing for over twenty years. Where do we even start looking?”


    Ste responded, “I don’t know either.”


    Agreeing was one thing, but finding her was like searching for a needle in a haystack, and they didn’t know where to begin.


    At that moment, Meredith’s phone rang, and she excused herself from the discussion on how to find the real Chaucer daughter to answer the call in her room upstairs. It was Justin on the line.


    Before going to Mondale, Justin had called once; this was the second time. Justin had called after learning about a development in the case against Terrence Sterling involving Marry.


    “Meredith, are you okay?” Justin asked over the phone. “Is Terrence Sterling fine?”


    “He’s been released on bail but can’t leave Mondale yet,” Meredith replied. “It shouldn’t be a big problem. How about you?”


    “I’m back in the capital,” Justin said. “I’m alright.”


    “You’re back?” Meredith was pleasantly surprised. “That’s good. Are you still at your old ce?”


    “I’ve changed my residence and job,” Justin said. “Meredith, you don’t need to worry about me anymore. Take care of yourself.”


    Justin’s return was not just to escape the Thatchers; he was also intent on finding the person responsible for Fiona’s death.


    Meredith understood. Fiona’s death had always been a barrier between her and Justin.


    “Alright, take care of yourself,” Meredith replied, not probing any further.


    After a brief conversation, they hung up.


    Meredith had just returned home when Harvey Fieldmouse visited to inquire about the situation, Tessa Granger called to check in, and Azure personally visited Ravenwood.


    Ste still disliked Azure, fearing she might hurt Meredith. While Meredith and Azure talked, Ste intermittently hovered nearby.


    After Azure left, Ste seriously warned Meredith, “Don’t get too close to Azure, keep an eye out. She was Terry’s ex-girlfriend, after all. You can be naive.”


    Meredith: “……”


    “Terrence Sterling and Azure have never had anything between them,” Meredith stared at Ste. “Mom, you owe Azure an apology.”


    “Why do I owe her an apology?” Ste said defiantly. “She took the money. I warned her to stay away from my son, and she didn’t listen.”


    In Ste’s view, Azure deserved it. She never thought she was wrong.


    Meredith did not argue with Ste; her mind was on Bianca’s illness and Terrence Sterling’s situation in Mondale.


    “Mom, I need to rest for a bit.”


    Hearing this, Ste said, “Then I won’t disturb you. Go sleep, don’t tire yourself out.”


    After Ste left, Meredith called Terrence Sterling to check on him.


    Mondale.


    The underground casino.


    The inner room.


    At a long rectangr table, Terrence Sterling and Alistair Golding stood on opposite sides, each nked by their bodyguards.


    Rick stood behind Terrence Sterling. From the moment he entered the underground casino, he was prepared to risk his life, not expecting to walk out alive.


    Terrence Sterling and Alistair Golding were about to gamble, but it was not for money-it was a game of life and death.


    Just before the game began, Meredith’s call came through. Terrence nced at the caller ID, then looked up, his expression icy. “Hold on a moment, my wife is calling. I’ll just take this if you don’t mind?”


    Alistair Golding sneered arrogantly, “Go ahead, these are yourst words with your wife. Soon, you wonhave no chance to speak to her again. Speaking of which, your wife is quite a catch.”