In the study of Hannah's villa, she held the DNA identification form in her hand, her face pale as ash.

The results were in.

Winnie truly wasn't her daughter.

This reassurance... when it came down to it, even though she had mentally prepared herself, Hannah's psychological defenses still crumbled completely.

If Winnie wasn't her daughter, where was her real daughter now?

She didn't even have the heart to ponder why the initial DNA test had been wrong.

In her daze, the door suddenly swung open.

"Mom," Winnie bounced in, beaming, "I heard from Auntie Monica that you've been holed up in your room for days without going out. Is it...