I Read Their Tragic Fates, and My Family Reads My Mind?

Chapter 165: Chapter 165: Isn’t This Too Coincidental?

Dennis Donovan and Aurora Donovan’s ears perked up. What was going on? Could it be that their Arabella actually knew the Foster family’s long-lost young master?

As it turned out, she really did know him!

Arabella opened her eyes and instinctively glanced down at the photo in her hand again.

’So that’s why Grandpa Foster’s son looked so familiar. Taking a closer look, the shape of his face and his eyes really do look like his father’s, but his mouth and nose are the spitting image of his mother. His face is a perfect blend of all his parents’ best features. No wonder he’s so exceptionally handsome.’

Dennis Donovan and Aurora Donovan were speechless. ’After all that, who on earth is this handsome guy? Just give us a straight answer already!’

Their curiosity was thoroughly piqued, and they were dying to know the answer. Arabella, however, seemed conflicted.

’Isn’t this too much of a coincidence? If I really tell them, will Grandpa Foster and Wyatt think I’m intentionally setting them up?’

A glint flashed in Dennis Donovan’s eyes as he made a silent vow. ’If the Fosters really dare to think that way, I’ll just take my granddaughter and leave. They can find this relative themselves for all I care.’

’That’s right, I’m just that unreasonable and protective. Hmph!’

The Fosters were completely unaware of the Donovans’ thoughts. When they saw Arabella open her eyes with a complicated expression, their hearts leaped into their throats, terrified of another setback.

"Is there a problem?"

Arabella met Madam Foster’s gaze, which, though weary with age, shone with anticipation. She recalled how reverently Madam Foster had presented the photograph just moments before.

The photograph, kept for many years, had long since yellowed with age. Yet, it had been carefully resealed and was kept in a place closest to the heart. It was easy to imagine just how important the people in the picture were to the person who treasured it.

Yet, of those important people, not one was still alive. The mere thought must have been excruciating.

Arabella pursed her lips and decided to tell them what she’d seen. "I think I was able to piece together what he might look like now, and it turns out he looks a lot like someone I know. I can’t be sure if this is just my subconscious, or if it’s a genuine coincidence... Basically, I have no way of knowing if he’s really the person you’re looking for."

Master Foster and the others exchanged a glance. Instead of expressing doubt, they asked with a hint of urgency, "This person you know, is it possible for us to see him?"

"I’ve only met him once, so I don’t have any photos of him. But he’s an actor signed with my fourth sister’s cousin’s talent agency. He was recently the male lead in a pretty popular drama. Hold on, let me search online. There should be some promotional stills from the show."

At Arabella’s explanation, the Fosters all gathered around.

"He’s a star?"

"Yes, but he only signed with the agency recently. He’s not very famous yet."

Arabella typed in the name of a drama production Hector Donovan had recently worked with and quickly found stills of the male lead.

As it was a historical fantasy drama, most of the stills showed him in period costume. Even so, the moment Madam Foster saw the face in the photograph, her heart began to pound uncontrollably.

She reached out to stroke the face in the picture, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"It’s uncanny. It’s really uncanny. Old man, come look! Doesn’t this boy look just like our Da Bao when he was young?"

Arabella was a little taken aback by the deceased Foster son’s nickname, but her feelings shifted when she saw the two white-haired elders. They were huddled together, heads touching, staring at the tiny photo on the phone. Seeing their world-weary eyes fill with tears, she felt her own nose begin to sting.

She felt for them, but some things still needed to be said.

"Shouldn’t you try to get a DNA test with him first? After all, there are plenty of people in the world who look alike." ’He might not be the child your family lost.’

Master Foster, of course, understood what Arabella was implying. He hastily wiped his face and gave a faint smile. "You’re right. We must be cautious with something like this. We’ll only approach him after we have concrete proof."

Raphael Foster sniffled and stepped forward. "Mom, Dad, if you trust me, please let me handle this."

The old couple couldn’t help but smile. "How could we not trust you? We’ll leave it in your hands."

After speaking with Raphael, Madam Foster walked back to Arabella and gripped her hand tightly. "You’re a good child. Thank you for all your trouble today. This is just a small token of my appreciation. You must accept it."

Arabella looked down and saw a black card resting in her palm. The name of the restaurant was printed on it.

The moment Dennis Donovan saw the card, he started to raise a fuss. "Well, I’ll be, Foster! I swallowed my pride and begged you for this card several times, but you wouldn’t budge. So this is what you were waiting for!"

Arabella looked confused. "Grandpa, is there something special about this card?"

Dennis Donovan snorted. "Do you see the number of our private room?"

"1?"

"That’s right, number 1. And your card has a ’1’ printed on it too. It represents this very room. You saw it just now—a whole crowd of powerful people downstairs, all waiting in a long line just for a meal here. Even I have to wait in line if I want to eat here."

"But this room is different. It’s reserved for the owners; it’s not available to the public. It’s only ever opened when your Grandpa Foster and Wyatt come to visit. And now, they’ve transferred the right to use this room to you."

As an owner, you naturally don’t have to wait in line with everyone else.

As the saying goes, food is heaven. Even the richest people can’t escape the simple pleasure of a good meal. Otherwise, you wouldn’t see that long line of wealthy business owners downstairs.

For these epicures, this card probably carries more weight than any business contract.

It wasn’t that Dennis Donovan hadn’t tried to get his hands on this card before. But that stingy Master Foster wouldn’t relent, no matter how he tried to wheedle it out of him. And now, it had fallen right into the hands of his Donovan family!

The old man was thinking smugly to himself, but his words still came out a bit sour. "The most important thing is, with this card, everything you order here is on the house. Arabella, my dear, you have to bring Grandpa here often. We’ll try to eat them out of house and home."

Arabella had been lost during the first part of the explanation, but the "on the house" part came through loud and clear. "I can’t accept this. This card is too precious. Wyatt, please, you should take it back."

"There’s no sense in taking back a gift. Don’t listen to your grandfather’s nonsense. Now that you’ve accepted the card, you’re one of the family. And for family, having a meal together is as simple as adding another pair of chopsticks. How could you possibly eat us into poverty? From now on, you can come every day if you like. We’ll have your Uncle Raphael make you all sorts of delicious things."

"But..."

"We’re truly grateful to you, and I know this card isn’t much in the grand scheme of things. Once everything over there is confirmed, your grandpa and I will thank you properly."

’Does that mean there’s another gift coming later?’ Arabella tried to refuse again, but Madam Foster cut her off.

"Oh, that’s right. What’s the young man’s name?"

"...His name is Samuel Fulton."