Chapter 1647 - 1689: Revealing the Truth

Such intense hatred... What kind of pain did my mother endure back then to completely break with my father?

And now, if I were to tell my father, when he really meets my mother and is engulfed by such overwhelming hatred, what kind of blow would it be to him?

Mabel Quinn was at a loss.

Old Mr. May continued, "No matter what choice you make, don’t let Clover get hurt. She was already hurt too deeply back then. The doctor once said that if she hadn’t gone mad and buried those memories in her insanity, she might not have survived at all. At that time, she lost every will to live, and that mental anguish completely broke her."

Mabel Quinn covered her mouth, gasping, feeling the weight on her heart so heavy that she could barely stand.

She always thought that once she found her mother, everything would be fine. But now, seeing her mother like this, how could she tell her father?

Some things, even when she knew them, were still so hard to choose from.

Naturally, Kyle Kinston understood the inner struggle of Mabel Quinn. He gently embraced her and said, "Wait until your mother wakes up before deciding. Maybe when your mother knows you’re her biological daughter, you can slowly ease her hatred towards your father."

The three of them stayed by Mrs. Li’s bedside. Mabel Quinn leaned on Kyle Kinston’s shoulder, her mind filled with scenes of her father talking about her mother.

Her father’s self-blame, pain, and regret had only deepened over the past 30 years. But her mother was right here, and she couldn’t immediately tell her father.

Old Mr. May quietly watched Mrs. Li, his eyes half-closed, as if contemplating something.

After an unknown period, Mrs. Li, who had been in a coma, suddenly groaned and slowly opened her eyes. The three quickly gathered around, and Old Mr. May asked with concern, "Clover, how are you?"

Mrs. Li looked up, her expression no longer ferocious but somewhat bewildered, "Theodora... they..."

Seeing Mrs. Li like this, Old Mr. May breathed a slight sigh of relief. At least now, she had returned to her usual demeanor from her insane state.

"They are..." Old Mr. May looked at Mabel Quinn and Kyle Kinston, "You should tell her yourself."

Mabel Quinn, with red-rimmed eyes, knelt down and gazed at Mrs. Li, saying, "Mom, I’m your daughter, the baby you thought was dead. But I didn’t die; I’m still alive! Granny Taylor swapped me out then, replacing me with a dead baby. But luckily, my adoptive father, Asher Quinn, whom you know, Asher found me and raised me."

But to Mabel Quinn’s disappointment, Mrs. Li, after scrutinizing her for a moment, shook her head and said, "You’re not my daughter. My daughter is Isabella, where is Isabella? Theodora, I want to see Isabella."

To Mrs. Li, the daughter she recognized was only Isabella Yowell.

"Mom!" Mabel Quinn clasped Mrs. Li’s hands tightly, "Isabella Yowell is not your daughter. She never was. The badge she showed you was stolen from me. I... I have DNA proof that we are indeed mother and daughter..."