Chapter 17

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Elizabeth gave the envelope to Mr. Dawson. "I can't read it myself. Can you read it for me?"

"Sure," Mr. Dawson replied.

Out of nervousness, Elizabeth bit his lower lip and averted her gaze.

"Sunday is from El Nido Palawan, Philippines... 25 years old right now."

Her chest began to throb. She had already read it on Sunday's resume but she wanted more information so she paid a private lawyer to invistigate.

"W-Who are her parents?" She's a fool for asking that question.

"Well, according to her birth certificate, Gregory Morales and Marita Morales."

Elizabeth gaped and look outside the restaurant. Her hands were shaking on her lap while her heart seem to be tearing apart.

"O-Oh .. p-please tell me more." She wiped her tears with one hand while the other is slowly and shakingly forming into fist. All these time, Sunday is alive? How dare them to tell her fake news that her daughter is dead?

"But Marita never treated Sunday like her own daughter. It has been said that Sunday is