Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 214 Finding Her Biological Parents

Yvonne pointed at the room.

Understanding her, Sue pushed the pot of tea to her with a smile. "Since sir’s in the room, send the tea to him, madam.” All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'm not going to do it," Yvonne refused.

Sue was taken aback. "Why?"

"I don't want to talk to him," Yvonne answered honestly.

The corner of Yvonne's lips twitched. "Madam, did you have a tantrum with sir again?”

"No. Haven't I been this way with him this month?" Yvonne asked faintly.

Sue sighed, "Sure. Have a rest then, madam. TH send the tea.”

She picked up the teapot and headed to the room.

Henry was making a call when he heard the knocks. With a fleeting gaze, he uttered coldly, "Come in!"

Sue entered while pushing the door. "Sir, freshly brewed tea."

"Leave it here." Henry cast his gaze on the table in the room.

"Yes." Sue put down the tea.

Henry moved over to pour himself a cup, asking," Where's Yvonne Frey?"

"Madam is outside in the living room. Do you need her, sir?" Sue looked at him curiously.

Henry waved his hand in response. "It’s fine. Keep an eye on her, don’t let her go around wandering."

"Don't worry, sir," Sue replied.

Henry made a hum. "You may leave now."

"Yes." With a nod, Sue went out.

When the door was closed, Henry put the teacup in his hold down and replaced his mobile phone against his ear. "Have you noted what I told you just now?"

"Yes," Joe answered respectfully.

"Good. I give you a month to investigate it," Henry said.

Joe looked troubled. "Mr. Lancaster, isn't a month too short? It's something from twenty-five years ago after all. The technology wasn't as advanced back then. We didn't even have surveillance cameras. It's a challenge to find them."

"I know," Henry answered without any expression, "So I allow you to go to Shane. He has Yvonne Frey's DNA record. Get the record and compare it to the gene bank. You should be able to find her biological parents then."

"But what if the gene bank doesn't have the records of madam's biological parents?" Joe was worried.

Henry thought deeply for a few seconds with his eyes looking down. "Then investigate it from the Freys. I believe the husband and wife should know who Yvonne Frey’s parents are, but don't alarm them when you go about it."

"I understand. Is there anything else, Mr. Lancaster?" asked Joe.

Henry pinched between his brows. "No. You can tend t o it now."

"Yes."

Ending the phone call, Henry put his phone away and went out of the room.

Catching sight of him, Yvonne scoffed softly without greeting the man. Henry went over to her and sat in front of her.

"Yvonne Frey," he called out.

"What?” Yvonne looked at him.

Henry smoothed out his sleeves as he spoke in a deep tone, "Have you ever thought of why your parents mistreat you?"

There was a halt from Yvonne before she questioned back, "Why are you suddenly asking me this?"

"Just a little curious," Henry said nonchalantly.

Without thinking much of it, Yvonne answered with her pursed lips. "What else? They prefer their son over their daughter, probably."

"Is that really the case?" Henry squinted.

Yvonne frowned. "What else could it be if not this?"

Henry did not reply, his lips pressed together as he looked like he was contemplating. After some time, he spoke, "Nothing, just asking."

"Just asking?" Yvonne looked at him skeptically. "You seem a bit strange today. Just asking? Why aren't you asking about something else but this? Could you..."

Before she finished, the ring of a phone cut her off.

Henry fished out his phone from his pocket and checked it before getting up and going out to the front yard.

Looking at his hurried pace, Yvonne felt a pinch on her heart.

It was just a call, but he had specifically gone out to answer it. It must be Jacqueline - only Jacqueline would make him anxious like this.

Gosh, and he said that he loved her. Yet every time something came up with Jacqueline, he tossed her aside. What was the difference between a love like this and charity?

From Yvonne's point of view, Henry did not love her at all. He must have had other motives for saying that he loved her. It was fortunate that she did not believe him dumbly.

With these in mind, Yvonne stood up and glared at the man in the yard resentfully before turning back to go t o her room.

Henry turned around as if feeling the glare and caught her closing the room door huffing. He raised his brow at that. What was wrong with the woman? Who ruffled her feathers?

"Henry? Henry?" Shane's confused calls came through the phone.

Henry's gaze flickered. "What?"

"I should be the one asking that. What are you doing? I’ve been calling out for you for some time," Shane asked.

Turning around again, Henry replied, "Nothing. What were you saying just now?"

"I was asking why you’re sending Joe to get Yvonne's DNA record from me. I've asked him, but he didn’t say anything while acting all mysterious, only supplying that you’ve sent him. So I'm calling you now to ask you about it," Shane said seriously.

Henry did not keep the truth from him, spilling the beans directly.

Shane widened his eyes when he heard it. "Are... are you for real?"

"It's true." Henry nodded.

There was a beat of silence from Shane before he asked in feigned nonchalance, "Henry, how do you know that she’s not a Frey?"

"A woman from her village told me," Henry answered.

"I see." Shane looked fazed.

He had thought that he was the only one person who knew about the secret other than Mr. and Mrs. Frey, not expecting the people in Yvonne’s village to know about it too and even tell Henry.

Now that Henry was asking him for Yvonne's DNA sample, it was plainly obvious that he was looking for Yvonne's biological parents for her.

As predicted, before Shane confirmed it, Henry said," Shane, you're a doctor, you have a say with those at the gene bank and have the right to check the records there. I need your help."

"What will you do after you find them?" Shane asked suddenly.

Henry replied without a thought. "Reunite, of course."

Shane laughed but it did not reach his eyes. "Reunite? Henry, don’t you think what you picture is too simple?"

"What do you mean?" Henry narrowed his brows.

"I mean, you're taking it too matter of course. Have you thought about the reason Yvonne was adopted by the Freys not because they stole her or bought her from the traffickers but that her biological parents gifted her to them?" 1

Henry was startled when he heard Shane. He really never thought about it.

Picking up on his silence, Shane prodded his glasses before saying, "Besides, even if Yvonne wasn't abandoned by her biological parents to be given away, do they really care about her as their daughter when it's been so many years? What if they already have other children? Will the kid welcome her as an older sister?"

The question stumped Henry once more.

He had to give it to Shane as these questions never crossed his mind.

He was only thinking that the Freys were mistreating Yvonne and were undeserving to become her parents, and thus he wanted to find her biological parents, assuming that she would have actually family that way. Now that he had Shane’s input, he realized that h e truly had not considered things thoroughly.

"You've reminded me," Henry sighed.

There was a light chortle from Shane. "Do you still plan to look for them for her then?"