Wendy paused. Hearing that the topic concerned Ellie's condition, the coldness in her expression eased slightly.
"Come with me."
Breathing a small sigh of relief, Adrian quickly followed her toward the end of the corridor.
…
Meanwhile, Gianna finished changing her clothes and emerged from her bedroom. Since she had not heard the sound of a car engine, she knew Adrian was still around.
Over the years, Wendy had rarely allowed Adrian into the house.
Yet today, she not only allowed him inside but also hadn't kicked him out, even though he had been there for some time now. It was a new development.
However, Gianna did not actually want her parents to reconcile. Her mother had always been distant with her. She feared that if her mother remarried her father, her father's attitude toward her would be influenced as well.
Walking over to Wendy's room, she pressed her ear to the door and listened, but heard nothing. She knocked lightly, but there was no response either. In the end, she pushed open the door and went inside.
The bedroom was unmistakably empty. After taking several steps inside the room, she confirmed that neither of her parents was there. She was about to turn and leave when she noticed Wendy's jacket lying on the floor beside the couch.
She casually bent down and grabbed the jacket to place it back on the couch. As she did, a yellowed piece of paper suddenly slipped out from a pocket and landed at her feet.
The paper was faded, its edges frayed. From its worn appearance, she could tell it had been taken out and examined many times over the years.
More importantly, it had been carefully tucked in her mother's pocket—it was clearly an important keepsake.
Driven by curiosity, Gianna unfolded the paper and froze. The paper turned out to be an ultrasound report from a prenatal appointment.
A mixture of shock and confusion filled her when she noticed the name and date on the report—Wendy's name, and a date from the same year she was born.
Based on the year, it should have been an ultrasound report from when Wendy was pregnant with Gianna.
But… why would she treasure the report so much, let alone look at it so often?
After all, she had always been indifferent toward Gianna as a daughter.
Is this really some sort of keepsake—something she kept out of motherly love? How ridiculous.
Just as Gianna was feeling puzzled, her gaze suddenly stiffened. Even her breathing seemed to stop.
There was something wrong with the report. The examination date and the gestational age shown didn't match her birth month.
According to the gestational age listed on the report, Wendy should have given birth in June that year. Even with a late delivery, it would have been impossible for the birth to occur in July.
But… Gianna was born in September.
How is that possible?


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