It was unexpected. Yet, after seeing those two photo albums, she was vaguely prepared for it, so in a way, it also made perfect sense.
"So, you're the real Summer Sutton?" Adeline Lowell's voice was a little hoarse.
Celia Sterling paused. "If you still don't believe me, I can do another DNA test with you. It's just that since we aren't direct relatives, it requires more samples to deduce the familial relationship."
"A test? What for? I'm not blind." Adeline Lowell pointed to the two photo albums, then handed the two reports back to her. Her expression was complex, but it was filled more with surprise and excitement. The way she looked at Celia now was as if she were looking at her own daughter—incredibly soft.
Beside them, Old Madam Lowell was also processing this truth. She couldn't help but clutch her chest. "Get me one of my heart pills, quickly."
At her age, she really couldn't handle such shocks.
