Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle novel Chapter 586

Chapter 586 We’ll Just Have To Do A DNA Test!

Queenie was so sure that her birth daughter was Julie because she had gone to look for Allison more than once!

She wanted from Allison the truth of the incident back then!

Allison, irritated by Queenie's incessant pestering, said mockingly," Queenie, when you delivered your daughter back then, she was lacking oxygen and was blue and purple all over. She didn't even cry or make a sound, and we thought that she was dead. That was why we tossed her out into the dumpster near the clinic. It was so cold, and even if the baby were alive, she would have been killed by the weather..." i

At that moment, Queenie had the urge to kill Allison!

Why did they not wait for Queenie to regain consciousness, so that she could see her baby at least once?

Why were they so cruel to toss her baby into a dumpster, even though she had almost died giving birth to it?

Seeing Queenie discreetly wiping away her tears, Shakira knew that she was not in a stable emotional state. She turned to speak to the middle- aged woman. "Mrs. Anderson, can you tell us the details of how you found Julie back then?"

Shakira helped Mrs. Anderson stand up, and they walked in front of Queenie. The lady kept kneading her hands, and she seemed very anxious.

She was about the same age as Queenie and Shakira. However, thanks to years of menial labor, the wrinkles on the corners of her eyes were very deep, and half of her hair was white. Her hands were dry and coarse.

Uneasily, Mrs. Anderson started speaking in a thick country accent. "Ah...

Ah'm not sure what to say..."

Queenie held Mrs. Anderson's hands tightly and asked agitatedly, "Can you tell me how you discovered Julie in the dumpster? Please be as detailed as possible."

Queenie's fair, tender, and well-manicured hands were a stark contrast to

Mrs. Anderson’s coarse hands.

Mrs. Anderson wanted to pull away, but Queenie held her hands very tightly.

Mrs. Anderson looked at the tears in Queenie's eyes and tried her best to recall what happened more than twenty years ago. Eventually, she began to stammer, "Ah... Ah need to think about it carefully. That day, just as usual, me and my husband went to set up our stall at the market. When we walked past a clinic in the town, we heard weak crying sounds. Me and my husband went to search where that came from, and by golly! We found a li'l baby smeared in blood in the dumpster. Ah wonder who's the wretch that tossed a baby into the dumpster on a cold day!

"Me and my husband didn't go to the market that day. We brought the baby home, cleaned her up, and brought her to the hospital for a check-up. Bless her, she's very healthy. At that time, ah was married to my husband for almost five years, and we've never had a child of our own. We couldn't figure out why, even though we went for treatment many times. Nothing's ever worked for us. We've given up, and we're planning on adopting a child so that there'll be someone who'll bury us. We didn't expect to pick up a child. Oh, bless the Lord and his providence. We took care of the baby until today..."

After that, Mrs. Anderson looked at Julie unblinkingly.

Her withered gaze was filled with love and care, but there was an inexplicable hint of grief in her expression.

She and her husband had treated Julie like their birth daughter.

They were poor, but they had given their daughter their best while raising her. They lived frugal lives so that their daughter lived a good life, like the rich kids intown.

Mr. Anderson's head was lowered as he smoked his pipe. He was also in grief.

Now that Julie's birth mother had found her, would she leave them behind?

Actually, Julie was already aware of her background.

When she was in middle school, her neighbor had accidentally divulged the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were not her birth parents. That time, Julie had raised a fuss about wanting to find her birth parents.

She looked carefully at Julie's facial features. The more she looked at Julie’s face, the more she thought that they looked similar.

"It's not confirmed yet, Queenie. We should wait for the DNA test results." Shakira remained sensible. She was afraid that Queenie might be disappointed.

Queenie reluctantly let go of Julie's hands. "We should go to the hospital and perform a DNA test now. Before we get the results, perhaps you and your adoptive parents can come and stay at my house. What do you think?"

She turned her head to look at the middle-aged couple and said gently," Mr. Anderson, Mrs. Anderson, you can come and stay in the Norman residence for the next few days. If Julie is really my birth daughter, I will compensate you handsomely. I apologize for inconveniencing you two for the next few days."

Mr. and Mrs. Anderson nodded stiffly.

They were reluctant to see their daughter leave. However, looking at the fact that Queenie seemed to be very wealthy and influential, they realized that they were not in the position to negotiate.

"Welcome to the Norman family, Sis Julie." Leia hugged Julie's elbow and pretended to be close to her.

Julie looked at how enthusiastic Leia was. Her gaze fell on Leia's diamond earrings and her Chanel clothes. At that moment, the envy in her heart was at its peak.

She prayed that she was really Queenie Ziegler's birth daughter.

That way, she would have an elegant and noble mother and could enjoy the life of a socialite.

She hated her current condition. She did not want her parents to be wet market traders. That was so embarrassing...

More importantly, she did not want to live in poverty anymore...