Never Tired of Mr. Leon's Love novel Chapter 267

Despite having many heartfelt sentiments to express, Juliana still had some reservations.

Ultimately, it was Lucy who broke the awkward silence.

“Your Majesty, am I really your biological daughter? W-Why was I abandoned back then?” Lucy asked, prompting a mix of guilt and compassion to flood Juliana’s face.

Lucy was stunned by the turn of events. She had intended to find something to talk about, but she somehow made things even more awkward.

However, she genuinely wanted to hear Juliana’s explanation. How could the mighty king and queen of a country ever feel compelled to abandon their child out of necessity? Lucy could not bring herself to believe it.

“No, my Velda. You’re so precious to me. How could I ever abandon you?” Juliana hurriedly explained, shaking her head. She then recounted the events of many years ago.

“It was partly my and your father’s fault. Perhaps we've made too many enemies with our aggressive political methods.

“On the day you were born, the continuous rainy weather suddenly cleared up, which must have been a good omen. You were Charleston’s little sunshine.

“Little did we know, thieves managed to sneak into my private hospital and switch you with another child. Perhaps it was an act of revenge against us.

“Newborn babies all look so alike, so we didn’t notice it at all. It’s all our fault for letting you suffer, my child…”

Juliana’s voice was choked with tears as she spoke. She was unable to continue, but Lucy could guess the rest of the story.

The person who swapped her might have found her to be a nuisance, yet for some reason, they did not harm her.

After several twists and turns, she ended up in the care of Melanie and Zachary. She assumed the identity of Lucy Quinn.

Seeing Juliana’s distress, Lucy gently patted her on the shoulder. “Mom, please don’t cry. I don’t blame you. Fate was playing tricks on us. You didn’t do it on purpose.”

Hearing Juliana describe her like this, Lucy teared up too. In the Quinn family, she was as insignificant as a speck of dust. To her biological mother, however, she was a lost treasure.

With their hearts now at ease, the mother and daughter sat together and talked late into the night.

….

Meanwhile, in another room of the palace, the scene was starkly different. Although the room was brightly lit, it felt as cold as an ice cellar.

Charlotte’s face twisted in anger as she viciously smashed another set of expensive teacups.

“Damn it. Why isn’t that woman dead? Why did she come to Charleston and run into Theodore?

“Alice, that useless piece of trash! What is she doing? She promised a foolproof plan, but it was all lies. Lies!”