Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Chapter 951

Judging by her appearance, she seemed to have endured hardships for quite some time. It wasn't surprising if she had a hearing impairment.

But it filled Pearl with bitterness. If this woman truly was her biological mother, Pearl would feel immense sorrow for her, considering the suffering she must have endured wandering outside.

Both she and Beah were daughters of the Jordan family. At home, Beah was lavishly adorned, while this woman suffered greatly outside. Fate indeed played tricks on everyone.

Pearl helped the woman sit on the sofa, but she awkwardly pulled away from Pearl's touch.

"It's okay. Just sit. Don't worry," Pearl reassured her.

She had initially assumed the woman was reserved. But then, the woman whispered, "I'm very dirty. I haven't showered."

It turned out she was concerned about dirtying the sofa with the dirt on her body. Pearl felt even more convinced that this woman might be her biological mother. Her demeanor was refined, evident in her every movement.

"It's alright. Sit and rest. I'll help you with a bath later," Pearl offered.

After a moment, the woman struggled to speak again. "Why don't I shower now? Please help me get some clothes."

"Sure." As a fashion designer, Pearl could quickly discern the woman's size. She was slim and almost had the same figure as her.

Pearl led her to a bathroom and fetched a set of clothes that fit her. She placed them considerately nearby. "You can shower here. Let me know if you need anything."

The woman nodded shakily. "Thank you, Miss."

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As the woman turned away, Pearl discreetly plucked a hair from her shoulder before retreating to find Richard.

"What do you think?" Richard asked, observing Pearl's serious expression.

"I think she might be my biological mother," Pearl replied, showing him the strand of hair. "Let's do a DNA test to confirm."

Richard marveled at Pearl's attentiveness. "Why don't you let her stay here?"

Pearl considered the potential risks, such as Hugo, if the woman truly was her mother. Having her close to Pearl would be the safest option until they had definite results.

"Is that appropriate?"

Richard nodded. "It's perfectly fine. If she's your mother, she's family to me too. There's no harm in her staying with us."

Pearl was touched. "Thank you, Richard."

"Don't thank me. Say I love you."

Pearl blushed and playfully punched him, not expecting him to flirt with her.

The woman showered fast; she might have done it because she was reserved.

When she emerged wearing Pearl's clothes, Pearl was stunned. She looked like an older version of herself.