After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 910

Chapter 910

Mrs. Ritter stayed at the police station until late at night before returning to her hotel. Not only did she have to pay a considerable amount of compensation, but she also received a reprimand from the authorities at Larro.

The Ritter family had lived in Urgford and had no influence over Larro, but Mrs. Ritter returned specifically for Franklin and Sylvia and was forced to stay in a hotel.

She was so angry that she almost smashed everything in the hotel room. She asked Donovan to find someone to help her smooth things over, but he failed miserably - typical of men who couldn't be relied on.

Today, not only did she have to pay fines and compensation at the police station, but she also lost face because of it all.

She glared angrily at the tweet posted by Larro on Twitter with her photo attached claiming that she led people in assaulting others, how much money was fined against her and how many days of education were required.

After paying up, Mrs. Ritter still could not leave Larro as they required her attendance for seven consecutive days for moral education classes at the police station - this made her even more furious! She wasn't three years old or an elementary school student! Why should they educate her like this? But since it's law enforcement unit policy, there's nothing else Mrs. Ritter can do except comply with their request.

She felt so aggrieved that she almost broke down completely. "Damn Sylvia! Damn Franklin! Why don't they just die!"

She threw the pillow on top of bed onto ground fiercely, then stomped on it several times, as if venting out would make herself feel better.

It started raining early morning in Larro; drizzling raindrops fell continuously.

The paternity testing center is where Clare will receive his results today despite such bad weather conditions; he drove over early morning.

When he arrived there just after opening hours began, the nurse told him that results wouldn't be available until after 9 am.

Clare nervously sat down, waiting patiently, while his heart raced with anxiety.

He glanced frequently towards the window, feeling uneasy like cats scratching inside him.

This kind of waiting really made him uncomfortable.

He hoped for good news yet feared bad news.

The feeling made him restless as if itching powder has been sprinkled all over his body.

But he held back knowing. Results will be revealed very soon .

He took a deep breath and saw a man in a white coat holding a stack of files walking towards the window. He jumped out of his chair and rushed towards the window.

"Has the appraisal result that was sent here a few days ago come out?" he asked.

The man glanced at Clare and nodded, "Yes, what's your name?"

Clare quickly reported his name, and then saw the man start searching. He handed over a stack to the previous female nurse, "You look for these, I'll look for those."

The two searched together and quickly found Clare's file.

"Sign in this column as received," said the nurse as she handed him a form.

Clare held onto the pen with trembling fingers. He had finally gotten it - he had finally gotten his results...

He signed it and took over the folder with shaking hands. Three... two... one! He opened it quickly and flipped to the last page.

His eyes widened as he stared at that result; his mind went blank.

He turned around like crazy, grabbed hold of that white-coated man who was about to leave. "Did you make any mistakes with this result?"

The man looked at him like he was crazy before explaining impatiently. "How could there be any mistake? We are Larro's most authoritative appraisal agency. We have no idea how many appraisals we receive every day; how could we specially make mistakes on yours?"

A hint of sadness flashed across Clare's handsome face but he didn't say anything more; instead, he grabbed hold of his results again before leaving.

It wasn't until he got into his car that he sat in silence on driver's seat once again opening up those documents - still finding himself unable to believe what they said. 'Not related by blood.'

How could they not be related by blood?

His intuition told him otherwise but soon enough, Clare adjusted himself mentally before starting up engine - driving off from underground parking lot straight away like an arrow released from its bowstring!

He went in and took the results. After taking them, he still looked calm as he examined them. After finishing, he started the car again. He spent the whole morning going to four appraisal centers in Larro.