Chapter 389

Henry tugged at his collar. "Haven't you checked the express deliveries I left here these past few days? Your birth certificate and the archival materials about which hospital you were born in are all inside."

"This doesn't prove anything," Maeve said indifferently. "Only a paternity test is the strongest evidence. You don't mind going for a paternity test with me, right?"

Henry didn't expect her to be so calm. She wasn't excited at all to see her biological father. She hadn't had a good life at her adoptive parents' house; shouldn't she yearn for her biological parents' love?

"Alright," Henry agreed readily. "Where should we go?"

Of course, the first choice for Maeve was First Hospital. After completing all the procedures, they only needed to wait for the results. When the results came out the next day, it was confirmed that they were father and daughter.

Henry didn't take the report seriously. After leaving the hospital, he threw it in the trash can and approached Maeve.

"What?" Maeve looked at him in confusion.

"Give me money," Henry said righteously. "Now that it's proven I'm your father, don't you plan to support me in my old age? I haven't even had a full meal these days." Maeve's expression didn't change. "Sure, I have a few questions for you."

Henry frowned. "Go ahead."

"How did you know I was your daughter?"

"When you fell out with your adoptive parents, I happened to see the news. You and your mother look exactly the same. If you don't believe me, look at this." Henry took a photo from his shirt pocket and handed it to her.

Maeve looked down. The woman in the photo had a gentle appearance, but a hint of sadness in her eyes. She looked only about 70% similar to Maeve. Was this her biological mother? She looked so gentle.

However, for some reason, Maeve's heart remained unmoved. It was the same when facing this so-called biological father.

"Is she alright?" Maeve suppressed her frustration and asked.

"She passed away a long time ago. Not long after she gave birth to you, she passed away," Henry said, his tone casual and even a little impatient. "What other questions do you have? Hurry up and ask. I still have something urgent to do after receiving the money."

Maeve ignored his impatience and looked around to make sure no one was nearby before asking the question that had puzzled her for so long.

"Did you give me a pacifier filled with all kinds of gems?"

Henry's eyes lit up. He grabbed Maeve's shoulder. "Is that pacifier with you? Where did you put it? Hurry up and give it to me!"

Maeve pushed him away in pain. "You're hurting me! Also, how did you get the gem on the pacifier? The police said it's an internationally wanted jewel thief!"

Before she could finish, Henry covered her mouth tightly. "If you say another word, I'll teach you a lesson! Do you want to kill your biological father?!" Maeve's heart instantly turned cold. They were internationally wanted jewel thieves!

"Since you know about this, I won't hide it from you. That's right, your mother and I are a pair of retired jewelry thieves," Henry glared at Maeve. "I originally thought that no one would find those treasures on you, but I didn't expect to lose them with you! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this today! Where are the gemstones?! Where are they?! Don't make me slap you!"

Maeve's face turned red, and she almost suffocated. At the critical moment, she remembered the chain on her wrist and pressed it hard.

"Ah!!" Henry's arm was suddenly stabbed. He immediately let go in pain. He looked at Maeve as if he wanted to kill her. "What did you do? You even dare to disrespect your father?!"

Maeve took a few steps back. Her face was so red it was almost purple, and she kept coughing. She didn't miss the flash of killing intent in his eyes. The last trace of hope in her heart instantly dissipated. He was only looking for her to get money; he even wanted her life for the stolen goods.

She didn't care if her biological parents were beggars or rich people, but she definitely couldn't accept that they were immoral thieves!

Maeve looked at Henry coldly. "Don't call yourself my father. You haven't raised me for more than twenty years. Now that you've suddenly appeared, you want to show off your fatherly might? Just now, I considered that paying back the life you gave me. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other."

With that, Maeve turned and left. Henry gritted his teeth and wanted to chase after her, but a sharp pain in his arm made him stop. He kept cursing.

Back in the car, Maeve leaned her head against the steering wheel, feeling depressed. Was it because the more people wanted something, the more they couldn't get it? Or was she too obsessed with getting kinship from her parents? She already had Byron, Will, and Theo. She already had a real home. Why did she still have expectations for others? If Henry hadn't wanted to kill her for the jewelry, she wouldn't have refused to support him even if they were related by blood. However, she didn't expect him to be worse than the Reese family.

After calming down, Maeve called the police station.

*Half an hour later, at the police station.

Before the police arrived at the hospital, Henry had already slipped away. He was able to hide for so long without being caught because he had a certain ability. Although Maeve was his biological daughter, she had been stolen when she was young. She hadn't seen her biological parents for so many years. Now that she had called the police to arrest them the moment she saw them, it was impossible for her to be an accomplice. So, after the police routinely asked her some questions, they let her go.

"Ms. Reese, if Henry comes looking for you again, please inform us immediately."

Maeve nodded. She felt uncomfortable in her abdomen. She sat for a while before getting up and walking out.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Warren and his assistant walked out of the interrogation room.

"Mr. Warren?" Maeve was surprised. "Why are you at the police station?"

"Ms. Reese, why are you here?" Warren's expression mirrored hers. "I've encountered a problem recently, so I came to the police here to ask for help."

When it came to personal matters, Maeve didn't ask further.

"You don't look too good. Are you feeling unwell?" Warren frowned slightly. "Or did you not recover from the food poisoning last time?" He had heard everything that had happened that day from his employees.

Maeve shook her head. "No, it's just that my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. I might have eaten something wrong."

"Coincidentally, my house is right behind here. Do you want to go over and rest? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude to you. It's just that I'm really worried about your expression."

"Then how can I trouble you?"

"You're my business partner. It's only right for me to care about you." Warren smiled. "I haven't been home much recently. Damian and the chef are so bored. They keep asking me when I'll go back and try their cooking. It's best if you're willing to help."