From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 431 Is Penelope Your Biological Daughter? Connor found it odd. What could be so important to make Brandon this anxious? He looked at Brandon and said, "We go way back, and you and Penelope tell each other everything. Just lay it out. If I know, I'll spill." "Uncle Connor, Sam toldyesterday that Penelope has a heart-shaped birthmark on her waist. Is that true?" Connor's face changed but he nodded. "Yes, that's true." "Has it always been there? Was she born with it?" "Of course," Connor nodded. "Otherwise, it wouldn't be a birthmark." "Then," Brandon pressed, "what's Penelope's birth date and which hospital was she born in?" Connor's expression finally cracked.

"Brandon, why these questions? Don't you know her birthday?" Brandon stared at Connor, his eyes firm.

He noticed the subtle changes in Connor's expression, and his suspicions grew.

Connor was dodging.

A normal parent would answer questions about their child's birth without hesitation. "Uncle Connor," Brandon said, steady but with a trembling voice, "I'll be direct. Is Penelope really your biological daughter?" Connor stood up abruptly.

Brandon stood up too.

"Brandon, I don't get why you're asking," Connor said firmly, "but Penelope is like a daughter to me!" "I get that, but I just want to know..." Connor waved his hand, "None of this matters, and don't bring it up again." "Uncle Connor, please," Brandon said sincerely, "just answer me. Is she your biological daughter or adopted?" Since Sam mentioned the birthmark, Brandon had been restless.

He hadn't slept all night! How could he sleep? Brandon's lifelong love, Ms. Mitchell, might have appeared! Of course, he was excited! But he didn't dare to make a fuss, didn't dare to tell anyone, only dared to secretly cto Connor to verify it.

Connor asked, "Brandon, why did you suddenly think of this?" "Because..." Brandon answered sincerely, "I have a friend who went missing as a child, and she had a heart-shaped birthmark on her lower back!" Connor's pupils contracted involuntarily.

Last night, he had just remembered Penelope's background and sighed that he was the only one left keeping this secret.

Unexpectedly, this morning, Brandon cto ask! If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "Uncle Connor, I think Penelope might be the one I've been searching for!!" Brandon said, "But I'm not sure! If she is your biological daughter, then the birthmark is just a random thing and doesn't mean much!!" Connor looked at him.

Should he reveal this secret? What consequences would it bring? For Penelope, would finding out her true background be good or bad? Connor was thinking, hesitating! Penelope was indeed not his biological daughter! She was adopted! Connor would always remember that back then, after Grace was diagnosed with infertility, she was heartbroken for a long time.

Even though their marriage was arranged, Connor and Grace grew to deeply care for each other over time. It felt more like family than just love.

Connor was open-minded and didn't want a divorce. After trying everything to have a child and failing, they decided to adopt from an orphanage.

At the orphanage, the director lined up the children. These kids had either or lost their parents or were found m wandering the streets and brought in by kind-hearted people. Their eyes were timid but full of hope, each one trying to show their best to be chosen. At the end of the line stood a small, thin girl with clear eyes and better skin than the others. Grace immediately liked her.

"Little one, would you like to chwithand be my child?" Grace asked. The little girl shook her head, "I don't want to."

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience-all for free. The next chapter is eagerly O waiting for you! Everyone was surprised. The director had said this couple was well-educated, had stable jobs, and no children. Any child adopted by them would have a good life. But this little girl refused. "Why?" Grace asked gently. "Don't you like me?" "I have parents," the little girl said. "They will cto find me." An orphan having parents? Grace kept quiet, not wanting to hurt her.

A four-year-old wouldn't understand the finality of losing parents.

"You can chwithand wait for your parents," Grace suggested.

"Can I do that?" the little girl asked, blinking.

"Of course." "Alright then," the little girl said. "Thank you." Polite, well-behaved, and quiet-traits not usually taught by an ordinary family. Connor and Grace didn't think much of it; they just found her endearing. They completed the adoption and named her Penelope.

With their care, Penelope gradually forgot her early memories. She lived happily, with little memory of the orphanage. She was just Penelope.

Connor snapped back to reality, seeing Brandon's eager eyes. "I can't answer that question." "Uncle Connor."

"You should understand, Penelope can't handle more right now," Connor said. "If you really care for her, keep this to yourself for now and reveal it at the right time. Though Connor didn't directly answer, Brandon caught the implied meaning. Connor continued, "If this is completely beneficial to Penelope, go ahead. I won't stop you or her. But if going back to that family could harm her, Brandon, what will you do?"