Chapter 248: She Is the Prescott Family’s Daughter!!

Chapter 248: Chapter 248: She Is the Prescott Family’s Daughter!!

A set runner looked at Ophelia Warren, his eyes full of kindness. "Ophelia, you grew up in an orphanage. It would be a wonderful thing if you could find your real family!"

Everyone truly wanted to help someone as gentle and kind as Ophelia Warren find her family.

Ophelia Warren’s expression stiffened slightly, but she offered her thanks with a gentle smile. "Thank you all for your concern."

After speaking, she looked toward Raymond Jarvis not far away. He was a distinguished-looking middle-aged man, holding the hand of a five- or six-year-old girl.

The surrounding crew members whispered among themselves.

"I have to say, that middle-aged man is quite distinguished. His clothes are all designer brands, but he doesn’t have that tacky, nouveau riche vibe. He has a very refined air, like a business elite. It wouldn’t be bad if he really were Ophelia’s relative!"

"And he’s holding the hand of a little girl, maybe five or six years old. Is that his younger daughter?"

"But I don’t think he and Ophelia Warren look alike at all..."

Raymond Jarvis walked over, leading the little girl. The moment he saw Ophelia Warren, his eyes quickly reddened and glistened with unshed tears. He seemed hesitant, wanting to approach her but afraid of startling her.

To the onlookers, the sight of this father on the verge of tears was heart-wrenching.

His heart softening, the set runner reminded him, "Sir, this is Ophelia!"

Raymond Jarvis’s voice was choked with emotion as he gazed at Ophelia Warren with fatherly love. "I know. I’ve seen her on TV. I’ve watched her variety show dozens of times. Ophelia is so beautiful and talented..."

His words made the crowd feel even more moved. ’He watched Ophelia’s show dozens of times? Does it have to be this touching?’

Ophelia Warren studied Raymond Jarvis carefully before finally speaking in a soft voice, "You said you’re here to claim me as your kin?"

"Yes, that’s right." Raymond Jarvis held out a photograph to Ophelia Warren. "Look, this is your mother. Don’t you two look alike?"

Ophelia Warren lowered her gaze. The woman in the photo really did have a similar mouth and face shape to hers.

The crowd gathered around. Seeing the resemblance, they exclaimed in amazement, "She really looks like Ophelia! Especially the mouth, it’s like they were carved from the same mold!"

’Of course they look alike,’ Raymond Jarvis thought. ’It was Photoshopped using Ophelia Warren’s mouth as a model.’

The set runner looked at Raymond Jarvis and asked, "Sir, is that Ophelia’s mother in the photo?"

Raymond Jarvis nodded, raising a hand to wipe his tears. His voice caught with a sob.

"Yes, that’s Ophelia’s mother... Ophelia went missing when she was a child. Her mother spent every day in tears, trying everything she could to find her, but nothing worked..."

"Later, we had our younger daughter, Niuniu, but we never gave up looking for Ophelia... It’s just a pity that Ophelia’s mother fell ill from worry. Her health has been poor, and she’s been in and out of the hospital for the past two years..."

As Raymond Jarvis spoke, tears welled up in his eyes again. He said to the little girl he was holding, "Niuniu, this is very likely your older sister. Do you like her?"

The five- or six-year-old girl looked up at Ophelia Warren and called out in a small, innocent voice, "Big sister, Mommy has missed you so much..."

That cry made the crowd’s hearts ache even more.

The set runner looked at Ophelia Warren and couldn’t help but suggest, "Ophelia, what do you think? Why don’t you two get a DNA test?"

Ophelia Warren didn’t say anything.

’There’s no way I could be related to this man. What on earth is going on?’

Seeing Ophelia Warren’s silence, Raymond Jarvis spoke considerately.

"Ophelia, I know you might not believe me right now, but I have a strong feeling you’re my daughter who went missing as a child. Could I ask you to... come to the hospital with me for a DNA test?"

"And Niuniu’s mother thinks about her eldest daughter every single day... If you are our daughter, we would be so honored and happy. If not, at least it would give us some closure..."

His words were incredibly moving.

Everyone in the crowd turned to look at Ophelia Warren.

Ophelia Warren maintained a gentle expression, but inwardly she was weighing her options.

’In this situation, if I refuse this heartbroken father, I’ll seem far too cold and heartless.’

’Besides, I can’t possibly be related to this Raymond Jarvis, so there’s no harm in getting a DNA test.’

After weighing the pros and cons, Ophelia Warren looked at the set runner and asked softly, "If I go to the hospital now, will it delay the production schedule?"

The set runner quickly replied, "Not at all, Ophelia! I’ll ask the director for time off for you!"

Ophelia Warren smiled. "Then I’ll have to trouble you."

"It’s no trouble at all! Ophelia, you’re such a kind and gentle person. We all hope you can find your family!"

"That’s right, Ophelia. And getting a DNA test at the hospital won’t take much time at all..."

After leaving the film set, Ophelia Warren went with Raymond Jarvis to a proper hospital nearby.

The process was the same: a blood draw, the test, and then the wait for the results.

Raymond Jarvis held Niuniu’s hand the entire time. The little girl was quiet and well-behaved, not making a single fuss.

「Three hours later」

The test results were ready.

Ophelia Warren looked at the report in her hand with a faint, gentle smile. "Sir, as you can see, the results show that we are not related by blood."

’See? I knew I couldn’t possibly be related to this Raymond Jarvis.’

Raymond Jarvis sighed. "Alright. It seems I’ve found the wrong person again..."

Ophelia Warren put away the report and was about to say something more when she suddenly saw Ian Prescott approaching, a smile playing on his lips.

Ophelia Warren was taken aback. "Mr. Prescott, you’re at the hospital too?"

’Ian Prescott hadn’t contacted her since they last parted at the coffee shop. What a coincidence to run into him at the hospital today.’

Noticing Ian Prescott’s gaze fall on the report in her hand, Ophelia Warren raised her lips into a gentle, faint smile. "This is Uncle Jarvis. He thought I was his long-lost daughter, so we did a DNA test. The results show we aren’t related. We have no connection at all."

Ophelia Warren tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, casually remarking, "I remember at the coffee shop last time, Mr. Prescott, you said I might be the long-lost daughter of your Prescott Family?"

Ian Prescott looked down at her, a half-smile on his lips. "Not anymore."

"Ophelia Warren, you have no relationship with our Prescott Family."

Ophelia Warren’s expression froze. She then asked in confusion, "Mr. Prescott, what do you mean by that?"

Ian Prescott lifted his chin, gesturing toward the report in her hand. "The meaning is obvious. That DNA test of yours was done with our Prescott Family. The results show no biological relationship."

What?!

Done with the Prescott Family?!

Ophelia Warren’s face twisted for a moment. She immediately whipped her head around to look at Raymond Jarvis.

Raymond Jarvis bowed his head respectfully to Ian Prescott. "Second Young Master."

Ophelia Warren’s pupils shrank. Raymond Jarvis and Ian Prescott...

’This Raymond Jarvis... he works for Ian Prescott!’

’He deliberately tricked me into doing a DNA test!’

’A moment ago, during the blood draw, they took Raymond Jarvis’s blood.’

’But when they ran the test, they must have swapped his blood sample with one from the Prescott parents.’

’So the resulting report shows that I have no biological relationship with the Prescott parents...’

In that instant, Ophelia Warren clenched her fists!

Ian Prescott took the report from Raymond Jarvis’s hand and waved it at Ophelia Warren with an infuriatingly smug gesture.

The corners of his lips curled up slowly, his eyes filled with arrogance and disdain. He shot Ophelia Warren a contemptuous glance before turning and leaving.

Watching the carefree figures of Ian Prescott and Raymond Jarvis walk away, Ophelia Warren furiously clenched her jaw.

A moment later, Ophelia Warren found a deserted corner and called Uncle Dunn, relaying everything that had just happened.

"What?" A loud BANG came through the phone as Uncle Dunn kicked a nearby chair. "So, Ian Prescott is now certain that you have no relationship with the Prescott Family?"

"Yes." Ophelia Warren took a deep breath and shut her eyes tightly.

After a long silence, Uncle Dunn roared in frustration from the other end of the line.

"I was just planning today that when the Prescott Family finally asked you for a DNA test, Javier Prescott would definitely have me—a doctor who’s worked with them for years—handle it. I could have secretly altered the results for you, making you the Prescott’s daughter. I never expected Ian Prescott to pull a stunt like this!"

"Back then, when Sienna Everett did a DNA test with the Prescott Family, it was me who secretly changed the results to prevent them from acknowledging her! I did it all so you could become the Prescott’s daughter, and now it’s all ruined!"