Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 335

It wasn’t just Wesley who kept his distance from her.

Even the household staff seemed to go out of their way to avoid Loretta.

Wesley scooped a handful of feed and sprinkled it into the tank, watching the koi swim up to the surface. “If it weren’t for the DNA test, honestly, there’s nothing about her that reminds me of my sister…”

The DNA test…

As soon as the words left his mouth, something flickered across his mind—a memory, a suspicion. He fell silent, lost in thought.

Sean let out a sigh. “She was lost for over twenty years. The fact that she survived and was raised by someone else at all is something, isn’t it?”

“Father.” Wesley turned around, his tone steady. “Is there any way the test results could be wrong?”

Sean paused, frowning. “They ran the test twice. What could go wrong? You think someone tampered with both results?”

Wesley latched onto that last point.

The first test in Riverspire City had been done at a private lab. After they returned to the Capital, he’d had Julian take Loretta to the city forensics office for another test. Two different agencies, same result.

If anyone had tampered with the tests, they would’ve had to slip past Julian’s watchful eye.

A stranger probably couldn’t pull that off.

But what about someone familiar?

Wesley left the master bedroom, phone in hand. He dialed Julian, voice low. “Who was with you both times during the testing?”

Julian seemed taken aback. “It was just me and Renard both times. Why? Is something wrong?”

Wesley’s eyes narrowed. “No, that’s all I needed to know.”

He ended the call. When he looked up, he spotted Loretta peeking out from behind a marble column.

“Come here.”

Loretta stepped out hesitantly. “Wesley…”

“What were you doing hiding back there?” His gaze was sharp, cutting straight through her. “Eavesdropping again?”

She waved her hands, flustered. “No, no! I didn’t hear anything. I just happened to run into you, but you were on the phone, so I didn’t want to interrupt.”

Panicked, Loretta called Tricia back. “Tricia, what’s with this photo? You trying to threaten me? I’m warning you—she fell on her own. Don’t you dare try to pin this on me!”

Tricia’s laughter was cold. “That’s your foster mother you’re talking about. Now that you’ve found your birth family, you’re just going to turn your back on her?”

“She was just my foster mother, not my real mom.”

“Oh, really?”

Tricia held another photo in her hand—this one was of Mrs. Rayburn in her youth.

Ever since she’d overheard Winston telling Charlotte something in the hallway, Tricia had been bothered by it. She’d gone out of her way to track down a picture of Mrs. Rayburn when she was young. “You sure you’re even the Rayburns’ real daughter?”

Loretta’s expression hardened. “What are you getting at?”

“Haven’t you noticed? Charlotte actually looks more like Mrs. Rayburn than you do.”

Loretta froze. “…That’s ridiculous. Stop making things up!”

“You know the truth, whether you’ll admit it or not. But relax—I’d rather you be the Rayburns’ heiress. I’m not your enemy, Loretta. Charlotte is.”