Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

“Hmm. You have just the same eyebrows as Mia’s, but Mia’s nose is flatter. You look sharper than Mia, who looked a bit milder. There are indeed some differences when you look closely.” Rodney looked over carefully one place at a time.

Joyce let out a giggle.

“Grandpa Rodney, there are a lot of look-alikes under the sky. I just happen to be.”

“May I ask your name?” Rodney continued to ask more undeterred.

Even if the similarity could be a coincident, how could they look just the same? Could there be some kind of connection between her and Mia? After all, he had been out of touch with the Cole family for a long time.

“My name is Joyce Knowles,” Joyce replied.

“Miss Knowles,” Rodney trailed off, a little disappointed that there were no Knowles among Mia’s relatives as far as he could remember.

“Girl, are your parents still alive? Where do they live? Have you ever been in the Capital since you were a child? Do you have any relatives named Cole?” Rodney asked a long list of questions.

Joyce laughed again, “Grandpa Rodney you ask me so many questions. Let me answer them all together, I grew up as an orphan, so I grew up in an orphanage, I don’t know who my mom and dad are, and I have no relatives. Haven’t been in the Capital since I can remember.”

“Orphan?!” Rodney’s eyes lit up, not expecting this girl, who looked so much like Mia, to be an orphan!

“Right. Orphan.” Joyce smiled, “By the way, I actually know you. You’re Charlotte’s grandfather, right?”

“Yes. Charlotte grew up in an orphanage too! Could it be that…” He paused, “Could it be that you know each other?”

“Hmm. We know each other. We grew up in the same orphanage.” Joyce said back.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“What! Such a coincidence? What’s your name again?” Rodney was taken aback; he was a little slow to react as he got older, and his brain couldn’t turn around for a while.

“Joyce,” Joyce told Rodney her name.

Although she was suspicious of Charlotte, she had a good impression of Rodney. Although she could still feel Rodney’s majesty, he was not at all snobbish, and when he talked to her, his tone was gentle, as if he was a kind and friendly grandfather next door.

“Joyce …”

Rodney mulled over the name repeatedly.

So familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

At this time, Manager Foster was going to bring Joyce the supplies that Joyce would need to bring back to the R&S Group in person.

After Joyce took it, she gave Rodney a slight salute, “Grandpa Rodney, I have to get back to work, so I’ll leave you to it. I’m really not the person you’re looking for. If there’s anything else you need, you can call me.”

Saying that, Joyce handed Rodney her business card.

“I really have to go now, bye.”

With that, she politely turned to leave.

Rodney didn’t stop her, he stared blankly at the business card in his hand: R&S Group Automotive Project Team, Joyce. So she turned out to be the girl Luther had married under false pretenses!

But no, he seemed to have heard this name somewhere else?

To his surprise, Joyce and Charlotte were raised in the same orphanage, both about the same age. He remembered that when they went to the orphanage to look for Cecilia’s daughter, they had done two paternity tests.

Could it be that they found the wrong one?