?<strong>Chapter 343:</strong>


    Dunn settled into his home and activated themunication feature on his smartwatch to reach Aurora.


    “Aurora, can youe over? I gotta tell you something super important about your real dad.”


    Aurora exchanged a look with Leah, who was busy with Rnd.


    “Dunn, is it about the daddy test?”


    “Yes.”


    This test had lingered over them, heavy with implications, and now that he had the results, Dunn wanted Aurora to hear them from him.


    “Alright.” Aurora promised quietly, a mix of anticipation and nervousness in her voice.


    Soon after, Aurora, with her yful charm and sweet words, persuaded Leah to take her and Rnd to the Finch family. Gracie and Fred weed them, suggesting the children could y together.


    “Aurora, Rnd, let’s go y in the study,” Dunn invited as he led the way to his study.


    Securing Rnd in a cozy corner of the room, Dunn carefully opened the sealed envelope.


    Aurora watched as Dunn began to read aloud from the document.


    “The opinion of the test supports a biological rtionship.” Her expression clouded with confusion, Aurora hesitated before asking, “Does this mean Daddy’s not my real father?”


    “Yes,” Dunn confirmed somberly. “The results confirm that Adrian is your dad.”


    “No! My dad is my dad!” Aurora protested vehemently, tears brimming in her eyes.


    “Aurora, please, don’t cry,” Dunn implored, hastily rising from his chair to fetch tissues for her.


    After a few moments, Aurora’s sobs subsided. Sniffling, she dered, “Dunn, I don’t ept this. I need to talk to my dad.”


    “You mean…?”


    “My doctor dad!”


    Understanding her need, Dunn nodded. “We should talk to him, yes. But I heard that he is far away now. We’re just kids. We can’t just go looking for him.”


    “Dunn, you have to help me! I don’t know what to do. You’re the smartest!” Aurora pleaded, her hands tugging his arm.


    Pondering briefly, Dunn stood again and retrieved hisptop. “I can send an email to him, though I’m not sure he’ll get it right away.”


    “Email?” Aurora watched quietly from the side, her right foot tapping lightly on the floor as she observed Dunn.


    She exined to Dunn what she wanted to say to Rafael, and Dunn’s small hands typed on the keyboard, his fingers moving clumsily but urately.


    Rnd, abandoning his toy car, crawled over to Dunn’s side to gaze at theptop screen.


    Gracie and Fred peeked into the room to check on them. “Oh, they’re ying on theputer. Dunn, remember to take a break soon!”


    “Okay,” Dunn responded, nodding obediently.


    The easygoing couple left the room with a smile.


    Soon, the email was ready, and Dunn read it over.


    “Dear Dad, it’s Aurora. Dunn found your email for me so I could write to you. I miss you so much, Dad. Have you forgotten about me? Everyone says Adrian Miller is my real dad. Why do they say that? You’re my real dad, right? I really need to know what’s happening. Please tell me, Dad. I miss you…”


    Meanwhile, Adrian and Joelle were at opposite ends of the sofa. Adrian was deep in conversation with Can.


    “Mr. Miller, the hotel’s back and side doors are monitored. If you leave, it will be noticed.”


    Adrian massaged his forehead, fatigued. “Find another way.”


    “Understood.”


    Joelle sighed, her gaze falling to her hands. “It looks like we can’t leave tonight without Lacey catching on.”


    Adrian looked over at her. “Would you consider staying the night here?”


    Joelle paused, deep in thought, before responding, “I need to call Leah first.”


    “And what will you tell her?”


    “Ask her to sleep with the kids tonight.”


    Adrian grasped her intention but remained cautious, not allowing himself to expect too much from the evening.


    He had worked diligently for another opportunity to win Joelle over and knew he had to tread lightly with every word and gesture, wary of jeopardizing his fragile gains.


    Knock. Knock.


    There was a gentle tapping at the door.


    Approaching the door, they found the hotel owner apanied by a woman donning sses and sporting bangs, presenting a simple demeanor.


    “Lacey has arranged a photography session for you both,” the owner announced.


    “Photography?”


    “Yes, it’s for capturing special moments together.”


    Joelle’s cheeks tinged with color. “No, that won’t be necessary!” The photographer, seeming somewhat shy and less outgoing, rified, “It’s merely for still photos, not a video. We aim to capture the essence of your daily interactions, so every time you look at these images, you’ll be reminded of your beautiful moments together.”


    Joelle recalled that Gracie and Fred had participated in a simr photo shoot. Such sessions weremon among loving couples in her circle.


    Despite her initial hesitation, she knew that securing an appointment with this photographer was not an easy feat, suggesting the hotel must have made significant efforts to arrange her visit.


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