"Isn't it her?"
"No, the DNA tests were done twice, and it's really not her," the elder of the Delapena family seemed to have aged twice as much because of this.
"If neither of them is your daughter, then where is she?" John asked, shocked.
"The police are interrogating Marlon Veronezi as we speak. He demands that we release them in exchange for the girl's location!" The elder Delapena spat with disdain, mentioning that family. "He sure knows how to dream! I'd rather die than submit to his demands after what he did to my family!"
"However, if we don't give in to them, they'll never reveal the location of our poor daughter," Madame Delapena said tearfully, and since yesterday, she and Mr. Delapena hadn't been feeling well.
Their anxiety lessened a bit when they thought the Veronezi family's daughter was their own, but in the end, she wasn't!
Worried about their distant daughter's possible fate, they were filled with anguish. It was as if a knife were hanging over their hearts.
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