Marrying the Ugly Heir for Truth and Wealth

Chapter 422 Who Is She

Christina treated Yerek’s words as if they were a joke. “How could you, an outsider, claim to know my

identity better than I do?”

Yerek responded with an amused look and countered, “What if it’s something that has been kept from

you?”

Christina’s e eyes narrowed, and it felt as if time stood still, even though only a few seconds had

passed.

She had never questioned her identity before this moment.

In her mind, she simply had a despicable father figure and had no desire to delve into her past ever

again. It was enough for her to live peacefully with her mother for the rest of her days.

“You can’t possibly know more about me than I do, especially if it’s something I’m completely unaware

of. so drop it,” Christina firmly stated, refusing to entertain Yerek’s claims. She turned around, intending

to leave.

“Your last name isn’t Steele, and you’re not the daughter of Gideon and Sharon. You are the eldest.

daughter of the Gibson family from Hallsbay.” Yerek revealed through gritted teeth.

Though reluctant, Yerek saw this as the best way to break her and Nathaniel apart.

Christina halted in her tracks and narrowed her eyes as she processed Yerek’s words.

Noticing Christina’s hesitation, Yerek handed her a folder he had prepared earlier.

“Take a look at these documents. If you find them incomplete, perhaps Nathaniel’s study holds the

information you’re seeking,” he suggested.

With a mix of speculation and doubt swirling in her mind. Christina accepted the folder.

She left the hotel and drove back to Scenic Garden Manor.

Upon entering her room, Christina wasted no time opening the folder, causing its contents to spill onto

the surface before her.

However, instead of directly addressing her background and identity, she discovered a newspaper

cutting. The article recounted an incident that had taken place over twenty years ago. It described the

collapse of a real estate site owned by Hadley Corporation, resulting in a trapped car and the death of

one passenger, as well as severe injuries to another.

Charlie, who had still been the CEO of Hadley Corporation at that time, had publicly apologized for the

tragic event.

Confusion washed over Christina as she tried to connect the dots between this incident and her own

life, but Yerek’s words lingered in her mind, urging her to delve deeper.

Intrigued and driven by her growing curiosity, Christina decided to seek answers in Nathaniel’s study.

In the spacious study, the table displayed neatly stacked folders and a sleek pen holder housing an

expensive pen.

Despite her thorough search for clues on the study table, Christina found nothing of relevance.

Frustrated, she shifted her attention to the bookshelves, meticulously scanning the books in hopes of

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something that would shed light on her identity.

However, her efforts proved fruitless, leaving her to question if Yerek had once again deceived her.

“What are you doing?” A deep, husky voice startled Christina out of her reverie, causing her to jump in

fright.

Swiftly regaining her composure, she turned around to face Nathaniel. “I thought I could help organize

your shelves since I have some free time,” she explained.

“Just leave it to the housekeeper,” Nathaniel insisted, firmly grabbing her wrist and pulling her toward

the nearby couch.

“Why are your hands so cold?” he asked.

“I’m feeling a bit cold,” Christina instinctively replied, pulling her hand away. Unaware that Nathaniel

had entered the study while she was engrossed in her search, she had broken into a nervous sweat,

causing her palms to grow cold.

Nathaniel glanced around and noticed that the air conditioner was turned off while a refreshing summer

breeze filled the room. Perplexed, he couldn’t understand why Christina’s hands were so cold despite

the comfortable temperature,

“Maybe it’s the chilling wind since it’s getting dark.” Nathaniel got up and closed the windows.

Just then, two small figures-Lucas and Camila-burst into the room. They joyfully ran toward Christina

and wrapped their tiny arms around her legs. “Mommy, Grandma had the driver send a huge cake for

us,” Camila exclaimed, her head tilted to the side.

She looked at Christina with innocent eyes and added, “Mommy, let’s go downstairs and have some

cake, okay?”

“All right, let’s go have some cake. But we should get Daddy to come along too,” Christina replied,

reaching down to hold Lucas’ hand.

Sensing the plan, Camila tactfully ran over to Nathaniel and grabbed his hand. She looked up at him

with wide eyes. “How could we let Daddy miss out on something so good? Right?” she said,

punctuating her words with a playful wink.

Nathaniel, despite not having a sweet tooth, couldn’t resist his daughter’s adorable persuasion.

He scooped Camila up into his arms, and all four of them happily headed downstairs for cake.

After enjoying the snack together, Christina took Lucas and Camila back upstairs, bathed them, and

tucked them into bed.

The following day. Nathaniel left early for work, even though it was a weekend.

Meanwhile, Christina engrossed herself in her design draft, basking in the gentle morning light that

streamed through the windows.

Despite being on holiday. Lucas and Camila chose to stay by their mother’s side rather than venturing

out to play.

As their restlessness grew, the two siblings began a spirited game of soccer right in the study. Before

long, the room echoed with the sound of documents and books toppling off the shelves.

Startled, Christina looked up from her work, her face etched with worry. “Are you two hurt?” she asked

anxiously.

Lucas quickly shook his head. With a sheepish smile, he admitted, “No, but all the books are on the

ground now.”

Camila, assuming a grown-up demeanor, scolded Lucas, “I told you not to play soccer in the study.”

Christina approached them to make sure they were unhurt. She then instructed, “Go out and play. I’ll

clean up in here.”

Lucas’s head drooped as he pouted. “I’m sorry. Mommy. I won’t do it again,” he promised.

Camila, taking charge, seized Lucas’s hand and pulled him out of the room. “You’re always making

Mommy work, Lucas. That’s not good. Don’t worry, Mommy, I’ll teach Lucas a good lesson.”

A smile crept onto Christina’s face as she watched her kids running off. She bent down to pick up the

folders scattered all over the floor.

As she did so, one of the folders slipped out of her grasp, causing the papers inside it to scatter all over

the floor.

Christina berated herself for being clumsy as she reached out to retrieve the folder. As the papers

settled, Christina’s eyes focused on the words printed on the papers, illuminated by the bright light in

the room.

It detailed a grave mistake that had occurred at the hospital where she was born. A mix-up had

resulted in several babies being taken to the wrong homes, a shocking revelation that had been

extensively covered by the news media for several days.

Amidst the scattered papers, she discovered a document containing a patient’s information, with her

mother’s name prominently displayed.

However, it bore the devastating news that Sharon’s premature child had tragically passed away.

A rush of realization washed over Christina as her mind began swirling with a whirlwind of questions.

If Sharon’s child had died over twenty years ago, then who was she?

The very foundation of her identity seemed to crumble before her eyes, leaving her in a state of

profound confusion.

Overwhelmed by the weight of these revelations, Christina sank onto the couch, desperately attempting

to gather her thoughts and make sense of this unsettling discovery.

Feeling lethargic, she leaned on the couch and eventually drifted off to sleep.

After some time, she dazedly became aware that someone had draped a blanket over her. The gesture

woke her up, as she was a light sleeper.

“Did I wake you?” Nathaniel had returned during her slumber, and the study now appeared clean and

tidy once again.

Christina sat up and shook her head. “No. Are you done with work?”

“Yes.” Nathaniel’s gaze turned icy as he locked eyes with her. “Did you go through my folders?”

A chill ran down Christina’s spine as she was at a loss for words.

She hoped he hadn’t noticed as she had tidied up the scattered folders just now.

Just then, Lucas ran into the room. “Daddy, don’t blame Mommy! It was my fault I accidentally knocked

the folders off your shelves while I was playing soccer in here earlier.”