Chapter 91: Chapter 91

"She might have her own reasons; otherwise, she wouldn’t let the Prime Minister and the Prime Minister’s wife recognize you as their goddaughter instead of directly telling them you are their biological daughter," Jacob Green’s eyes glimmered with a layer of amusement. "No wonder you look like the Prime Minister; it’s not without reason."

"Are you saying the Prime Minister and the Prime Minister’s wife already knew this, or they willingly swapped children..."

"That conclusion is unlikely. If they already knew this or swapped children willingly, you couldn’t have grown up the way you did. After all, even if they don’t like their daughter, they wouldn’t bear to see her squandered. Although I haven’t interacted much with him, I think the Prime Minister is a genteel person; he seems very cultivated and would never do such a thing."

"When the results are obtained, should I make them public?"

"I suggest that you first have a private conversation with your grandmother, listen to what she thinks, and then make a decision."

His words seemed to carry a force that poured into her heart, "I’ll listen to you."

At eight, it started to rain and wind outside, and the weather forecast announced that the next three days would be rainy.

While waiting for Nathaniel Green, Lucy was sitting cross-legged on the sofa playing a racing mobile game, and Jacob Green sat alongside watching.

He sat quietly beside her, not speaking, watching her repeatedly fail and try again.

After failing over twenty times, a teammate in the chat box expressed a sigh: [Such a rookie, always coming in last.]

The couple exchanged a glance, and Lucy lost interest in playing, "I’ve been disdained."

Jacob Green took the phone into his own hand, "Let your husband disdain them back for you."

His long fingers quickly typed in the chat box: [Sorry, I was eating earlier.]

The opponent replied: [Tch, can’t admit you’re a rookie huh.]

Jacob Green did not respond.

The game entered the next round, Lucy watched as Jacob Green’s fingers maneuvered the phone screen swiftly, not like someone unfamiliar with the game.

Brushing past the dust, he left the competitors far behind from the start, reaching the finish line first.

Jacob Green typed a few words: [Number 2, you’re just nothing special.]

[Just luck, let’s go another round.]

[Come on, run as you like, if you beat me, I’ll admit defeat.] The source of thɪs content is Nov3lFɪre.ɴet

[Thanks for the compliment.]

There was no doubt, once again, Jacob Green took first place.

Clearly flustered, the opponent said: [Using third-party software?]

[Resorting to personal attacks after losing? Feel free to report it to the game’s admin.]

[Let’s go another round.]

[Normally, I wouldn’t team up with rookies, but seeing you’re not convinced, I’ll give you one last chance.]

As the game started once more, Lucy watched the screen and clicked her tongue, "That garbage keeps crashing into your car, even though you’re teammates. He’s disregarding whether you win, just to trip you up."

Jacob Green’s deep eyes flashed with amusement; he stared at the screen unwaveringly and spoke, "I won’t let him succeed. People like that can’t accomplish big things in life, the small gestures reveal the bigger picture."

Just as he said, despite the opponent’s tricks and obstacles, Jacob Green distanced himself further, originally ranking third or fourth, he managed to catch up.

Approaching the finish line, he ran to second place, and just as he was about to settle for second, Jacob Green threw a tool, causing the first-place red car to flip over.

He reached first place as promised.

[Remember this, evil can never conquer justice.]

After leaving this message, he immediately withdrew.

"My hand hurts," he placed the phone on his leg and pressed his hand to Lucy’s, "Give it a massage."

"That guy must be furious."

"It’s good if he’s furious," said Jacob Green indifferently, "Dare to mock my wife as a rookie, let him taste the ridicule too."

"I am a rookie, after all; it’s true that my skills are poor."

"Even if you are, he’s not allowed to say it."

"Exactly, if even my husband hasn’t said it, how could he?" Lucy climbed up the pole, "Right, hubby?"

"Wife’s exactly right."

The two shared a knowing smile.

Jacob Green stayed with her until 10:10 at night, and as Nathaniel Green entered through the door, Lucy sprang up.

"Are the results out?"

Nathaniel Green stepped forward, handing over several identification documents, "Mason Baker has no blood relation with your godparents; he’s not related to Benjamin Quinn either, but he is indeed Autumn Fletcher’s true son, and as for you, Young Madam, you are indeed the true biological daughter of the Prime Minister and the Prime Minister’s wife."

One stroke seals the deal.

As Nathaniel Green said the last sentence, his eyes sparkled with a gleam, "I knew the Young Madam was not ordinary."

Lucy reached out and slowly took the documents, gazing at the content with blurred eyes.

"Never expected it to be ."

Jacob Green embraced her, "Luckily, it’s not too late."

Lucy didn’t immediately go to her grandmother to talk about this but returned to the bedroom.

That night, she found it hard to sleep, still awake at two in the morning.

Although she was very tired, even closing her eyes for a long time couldn’t immerse her in dreams.

When Jacob Green woke up and saw her eyes still open, he casually snuggled her up, "Whatever the matter is, think about it tomorrow, sleep now."

Her face buried in his chest, she softly responded with an "Mm."

This sleep lasted until the sun rose high.

By the time she woke, it was already nine.

On the bedside table was a note, in Jacob Green’s handwriting: [Called the hospital and took leave for you, go to work tomorrow.]

Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief, got up, and freshened up.

While heading downstairs for breakfast, she saw her grandmother sitting on the sofa, wearing reading glasses, engrossed in a book.

Upon seeing her come down, the old lady smiled and inquired, "Your grandson-in-law said you didn’t rest well last night, won’t be going to work today, might get up late."

She advanced to sit down, "Grandmother, there’s something I wish to understand."

Lucy held her hands tightly, gaze meeting hers, "I already know Mason Baker is not my godparents’ biological son and I am their biological daughter."

The grandmother’s eyes instantly reddened, her voice slightly faltering, somewhat choked, "Child, how did you find out?"

She then recounted the entire process to her grandmother vividly.

Tears flowed from the grandmother’s aging eyes as she nodded, "No doubt, you’re my real granddaughter. Your parents don’t know about this. I actually intended to tell you a week later because my days are numbered. After much thought, I decided you had to know. Otherwise, it would be extremely unfair to you. I couldn’t rest in peace even if I went west."

Upon hearing this, Lucy panicked, "Grandmother, what do you mean by ’days are numbered’?"