She unfolded the paternity test that was folded together.

At the same time, Meredith Ford had also seen the result.

All her arrogance was drained in an instant, her face turned as white as a sheet, devoid of any blood, panic-stricken as she threw the test aside.

She looked at the brothers in the room and shook her head in panic: "Impossible, there must be a mistake somewhere, how could I not be related by blood to Mom? How could it be..."

Impossible...

How can this be?

All of this was completely within Tiana Thorne’s expectations because she hadn’t tampered with the previous test at all.

Doing it again was simply to make Mom understand and to cast Meredith Ford into the abyss, never to climb out for the rest of her life.

Meredith Ford pointed at herself excitedly, looking at Rouge Jarvis with eyes full of pleading: "Mom, believe me, I really am Auntie’s daughter, I am your niece, really, it’s true..."

Rouge Jarvis put down the paternity test she was holding and called her name: "Meredith Ford."

There was hope in her eyes: "Mom, I’m here, I’m..."

Rouge Jarvis was now completely convinced that recognizing the body twenty years ago was a huge conspiracy, and she had been kept in the dark, mourning daily, thinking her Poppy was really gone just like that.

She took a deep breath, her eyes were icy, without a trace of warmth, and she asked: "Why are you so sure my Poppy is already dead?"

"Mom..."

"Don’t call me that anymore, just answer me, why are you so certain?" Rouge Jarvis interrupted her sternly.

"I, I don’t know, I just subconsciously thought Poppy was dead... I really don’t know." Meredith Ford didn’t understand what she meant.

Actually, this was also what Tiana Thorne wanted to ask.

She paused playing with her long hair, looked at her, raised an eyebrow lightly, her voice low and cold: "You don’t know, then let me make it clearer."

Meredith Ford’s heart skipped a beat: "What?"

From your reaction, it seems you weren’t aware that you aren’t Auntie’s daughter, but you are certain that Poppy is dead, surely someone must have told you, right? Who was it?"

As soon as she asked it, it might be possible to uncover the truth of the conspiracy from twenty years ago.

Meredith Ford was breathing heavily, this paternity test had already struck her so severely that she could barely breathe normally, her hands gripping tighter and tighter, she shook her head: "I don’t know... don’t know..."

She indeed couldn’t remember who it was, but she was very sure someone had told her.

"Who told you? When was it?"

Tiana Thorne didn’t stop asking, her voice grew colder, her gaze sharp as a sword.

Meredith Ford’s heart was also flustered at this moment, she was not Rouge Jarvis’s daughter, nor the Jarvis family’s granddaughter, who was she really?

Who was she?

Who are her parents?

Maxim Ford said in a deep voice: "Think clearly, whether you say it yourself or the Ford family finds out, if we find out, I’m afraid that by then, even if you wish to live an ordinary life, even willing to be a small-time worker in the entertainment industry, you won’t have a choice."

Meredith Ford, who had been silent all along, suddenly hesitated.

Telling them might elicit sympathy for her—a girl who doesn’t even know who her parents are.

Maybe she could thus smooth this over, perhaps they might even compensate her, preventing her from living such a low and aimless life.