Chapter 274

Julian Roscente walked out of his office with an impassive expression. He took the elevator straight down.

He was going to meet Evelyn Roland.

......

In the dimly lit corridor of the underground clinic, Eleanor Langley fidgeted nervously.

Her fingers turned white as she clutched her handbag.

This hospital didn’t ask for identities—only cash.

Two hours later, the door to the testing room finally opened.

"Your report."

The masked doctor handed her the file and walked away without another word.

That was the rule here—no questions, no records.

Eleanor’s hands trembled as she took the report.

She couldn’t bring herself to look.

What if the daughter she had raised for twenty years wasn’t hers?

Taking a deep breath, she flipped to the last page.

"Impossible!"

She staggered back, hitting the wall.

The results were clear: Isabella Langley shared no blood relation with her.

"How…"

The precious daughter she had groomed with such care—was she just an imposter?

For this girl, she had sent her abroad for elite education.

To keep up appearances, she had even endured years of separation.

And now, with the wedding approaching, the truth mocked her cruelly.

"Where is my real daughter?"

A cold glint flashed in Eleanor’s eyes.

Who had switched her child?

......

Evelyn had just woken up when she received Zachary Deross’s message.

Eleanor had indeed gone for the paternity test.

The result was exactly as she had predicted.

A faint smile curved her lips.

Only Vincent Langley knew the secret of her origins.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have abandoned her in the countryside at birth.

And he wouldn’t have suddenly brought her back to the city only to neglect her.

There had to be more to this.

"Keep watching."

She replied to Zachary.

How ironic.

She still remembered Eleanor’s words when she first returned to the Langley family:

"Know your place, bastard! Isabella is the true heiress of the Langley family!"

Every child should be their mother’s treasure.

If not for the switch…

Her phone buzzed suddenly.

A message from Julian:

[See you tonight. Sent you the location. Will you come?]