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Chapter 93 The Yeats Family in the State of New York

The Yeats Family in the State of New York.

A beautiful and dignified lady was staring at the computer screen in disbelief.

Her name was Marcia Kelvin.

Although she was already forty–five years old, her fair skin was well maintained. There were no wrinkles on her face, and her eyebrows and eyes still kept her charm.

She must be a stunning beauty when she was young.

If John saw this beautiful woman, he would be surprised, because she looked very similar to

Queenie. They were both beautiful.

A middle–aged man was standing beside Marcia. John has met this man in suit at the elevator of the

Maple Hotel not long ago.

He was Marcia’s husband, Nick Yeats, and also the real leader of the Yeats Family in the State of

New York.

At this moment.

A surveillance video about the Maple Hotel was playing in front of them.

The hero and heroine in the video were John and Queenie.

When they entered the hotel, John held Queenie in his arms, so her face was not very clear in the surveillance video, but when they came out, her appearance was very clear.

Marcia said to herself, “Why do this girl and I look so alike?”

Marcia eyes widened in disbelief. She even felt like she was watching the video of her youth.

Nick said, “I also feel strange. Marcia, do you think she was the… twenty–five years ago?”

“No!”

Before Nick finished his words, Marcia interrupted him, with a hint of pain in her eyes.

Twenty–five years ago, they did have a daughter, but she died soon.

It was an unforgettable past.

The couple would not like to mention it all the time. This matter was so strange, or Nick wouldn’t have recalled their sad story.

He apologized, “I’m sorry, madam. I said something wrong.”

Nick put his arm around Marcia’s shoulder and comforted her. But less than two minutes later, he answered a phone call from the hospital.

The one on the call said, “Mr. Yeats, after the test in our hospital, we found that the probability of your genetic matches that of Miss Yeats has reached 99.5%.”

99.5%!

That was to say, the girl in the video was Nick’s biological daughter.

How could it be possible?

Nick was shocked.

Marcia asked, “What’s wrong, honey?”

After a long time, Nick came to his senses and said, “I took a few hairs of that girl for a paternity test. The result shows she is our daughter.”

“What?”

Marcia shivered in disbelief.

On their way back.

Nick said with relief, “No matter what, now we have at least confirmed that Queenie is our

daughter.”

“Yes!”

With bright eyes, Marcia said, “Fate is really making a joke. It turns out that our daughter has always been in the state of New York. I’m going to take her back home and make up for her of these

years.”

At this moment.

In Greenland Villa.

Queenie didn’t know what had happened in Yeats family yet.

She had already taken a shower. Wearing a lace nightdress and exposing her two long snow–white legs, she was sitting cross legged on the sofa and watched TV.

She twisted her neck from time to time.

Seeing this, John asked, “What’s wrong, sister? Is your neck uncomfortable?”

She answered, “Yes. I often sit on the chair and work, so my neck hurts.”

He said, “Let me give you a massage!”

John then sat on the sofa and professionally massaged her shoulders and neck. At the same time, he infused vital energy into his fingers, so soon the pain on her neck disappeared.

Always sitting in the office chair caused a pain around her shoulders. The disease had puzzled her for several years. Every time she felt pain, Tracy would acupuncture and massage on her.

However, the massage John gave her had a better effect, because Tracy didn’t have vital energy.