"Do you need to give an answer to your boss? It's not that I'm not willing to cooperate with you, but Irene is having a fever. If you guys were to stay here, she'd be afraid… Isn't there a DNA test that can check the relationship between a parent and a child? Why don't you take a few strands of her hair and let your boss do a test with it?" the old woman suggested.
"Hairs are very troublesome! It seems like it needs to be the kind that has the root for it to work. If we don't pluck it right, then wouldn't it be a waste of effort? It's safer to just draw some blood!" said the bodyguard.
Once the old woman heard that he wanted to draw some blood, her expression immediately darkened. "Irene is sick, so she's weaker. Also, she's very afraid of pain. She fears getting injections the most. If you were to draw her blood, she certainly would cry."
Before she had even finished her sentence, the little girl on the bed burst into tears. "I don't want to get an injection… Grandma, I don't want to get an injection…"
"Good girl, Irene. Don't be scared! I will protect you." The old woman sat down on the bed, pulled Irene into her embrace, and looked at the three bodyguards like she was being put in a difficult position. "If you don't know how to pluck the hair yourself, you can get someone professional to come over… You've seen it, as well. With Irene in this state, how are you going to draw her blood?"
The three bodyguards looked at each other. After a moment, one of the bodyguards went out to get someone.
As the other two bodyguards continued their discussion, the third of them went out to buy some medicine for Irene's fever.
"Thank you!" the old woman said to the bodyguard standing guard in the room. "However, I'm really not lying to you. Irene is just an ordinary child. If she is Mr. Foster's daughter, why haven't I heard of it at all? It's impossible for me to stop her from going to a wealthy family to live her life! Am I right?"
"Grandma, it's useless for you to tell me all these things. I'm only following my boss's orders. After the DNA result is out, it'll show whether she is or isn't his daughter. It's not something that's up to the both of us."
"Hmm! You're right. But can I please ask you to wait in the living room? Irene's having a fever, so I have to wipe down her body for her," said the old woman as she touched the forehead of the girl in her arms.
The bodyguard hesitated for a moment. He glanced at the window in the room and saw that it had bars on the outside. Only then did he leave the room with confidence.
The bodyguard went to the living room, took out his phone, and sent a message to Elliot to report the situation.
In Elliot's mansion, Elliot and Avery were busy in the kitchen. After over one and a half hours, they finally managed to have a taste of the ravioli they made.
Both of them were sitting at the dining table and enjoying one bowl of hot ravioli each.
After Elliot had had a few pieces of ravioli, he began to think of Irene. He took out his phone and saw the message that the bodyguard had sent.
"Avery, the man that I've sent has seen Irene. He said that Irene did not look like us." Elliot looked a little down.
He was heartbroken that Irene did not look like them.
"Have you received the photo?" Avery asked as she saw him put down his phone.
"Mm-hmm. It's not very clear. That child is having a fever and her grandmother is wiping her body for her." Elliot unlocked his phone, clicked on the photo, and handed it to Avery.
Avery stared at the photo on the screen and carefully studied it.
After she looked at it for a while, she returned the phone to Elliot.
"She doesn't look like us."
"Hmm."
"Don't be disheartened. Have a ravioli! Even if Irene is not Ivy, that doesn't mean we won't be able to find Ivy in the future." Avery encouraged him.
"Hmm." Elliot put a piece of ravioli in his mouth, and, after chewing on it, he said, "It tastes really awful."
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