Chapter 797 What Kind Of Birthmark
Marilyn almost trembled. “But now that things have come to this…”
“I blame her, but I also blame myself. I blame myself for not being able to protect her. If only I had been more careful, none of this would have happened.” Dexter gripped his hair. Showing his distress in front of others was a first for a strong and powerful man like him.
Marilyn’s eyes were moist, filled with heartache. “Why don’t you tell her that your grandpa is sick? She will give in to you. If she knows, she will definitely be compa*sionate.”
“And then what? Make her feel sorry for me?”
He remembered that their marriage had begun because of his grandfather, but now, he didn’t want to take advantage of her anymore.
Josie had been resting at Laura’s place for nearly three days until she received a phone call. It was from Julie, who spoke gently. “Mrs. Russell, Mr. Russell has sent me to deliver some things to you.”
Josie didn’t have much strength, so she instructed the security to let her come up.
Julie carried a suitcase filled with her clothes from Mason Garden. In truth, she didn’t own much. All her belongings could just about fit into this case,
After Josie looked through her belongings, she said, “Thank you, Mrs. Carroll, for your trouble.”
With a helpless look, Julie was filled with regret over the end of a relationship between young people. She wanted to offer advice but chose to remain silent upon seeing the expression on Josie’s face.
“Mrs. Russell, your health has always been an issue. You must take good care of yourself.”
Josie managed to squeeze out a smile. “All right, but please stop calling me Mrs. Russell.”
Julie seemed to want to say something, but in the end, she just shook her head. “Mr. Warren didn’t stay in Mason Garden for very long but whenever he had free time, he always talked about you. He was always worried that you were being treated poorly, that you were not living a good life. He said he always feels like he’s holding you back and that one day, he wants to give it all back to you. For his sake, and considering all these factors, you must take good care of yourself.”
When Josie heard about Paul’s matters, her spirits lifted slightly, but she was quite puzzled. “My father said these things? Why would he say that?”
“Uh… Well, Mr. Warren sometimes isn’t in his right mind, so I don’t really know either.”
Josie didn’t insist further. After seeing off Julie, she squatted in front of her suitcase to organize her things. Suddenly, she found a photo frame in her laptop bag. The photo inside was surprisingly of Liana as a child, posing with the Russell family.
Josie’s brows furrowed.
The photo frame was tucked away in a well-hidden spot, so it was no wonder that Julie didn’t notice it.
But who put it in there?
Suddenly, Josie remembered how, before Paul disappeared, he would often hold these photos, murmuring to himself.
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He would always say, the person in the photo was her.
She furrowed her brows and stared intently at the person in the photo. Before, she only thought she resembled Liana, but now, considering everything she had discovered in Rivodia and her own background, she suddenly felt… the person in the photo was herself.
In an instant, a remarkably daring idea suddenly sprang to her mind…
This thought made her instinctively lean back, causing her to fall and sit on the ground.
Just then, Laura returned from outside and was startled by the scene before her. “What happened?” she
asked.
She stepped forward to help her up. Josie seemed absent-minded. She tightly held Laura’s hand, not daring to voice her suspicions for quite a while.
This idea was truly audacious.
“Say something!”
Josie came back to her senses and slowly shook her head in the end. “It’s nothing.”
Laura was puzzled. Suddenly, Josie asked, “Laura, I heard that Heather was identified as a member of the Olsen family because of a birthmark. What kind of birthmark was it?”
Laura paused, thought about it seriously, and said, “I’m not exactly sure what kind it was. Only Claudia and Mark know about this matter.”
