Along the way, Preston contacted someone from the hospital hurriedly, demanding the result be out as soon as possible tonight.
As soon as we arrived at the hospital, the director showed up to entertain us attentively.
In Boston, the Brook family was the most powerful family, with the Smith family trailing behind.
While leading the way in front, the director kept making phone calls to make arrangements.
Ever since my adulthood, I had never been treated like this.
Tara walked beside me arrogantly. She, who had been an dignified lady for more than ten years, was used to it.
We arrived at the Director's office and sat down.
A lot of doctors and nurses came in and out, extracting the DNA of Preston and me.
Two hours later, the result was out. The director nervously handed over the result slip.
Tara snatched it over and opened it.
I could tell that Joseph was displeased. He snatched the slip from Tara's hands.
After taking a look, he held me in his arms and said, "You are Elva. You are indeed my biological sister."
Fiona cried in Preston's arms. Tara had left, which none of us noticed.
Upon arriving home, I saw a car park in front of the house.