Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 292

Ivy decided they were just overthinking it.

"Ivy, what if we sneak around and get a DNA test done with Mom and Dad?" Hazel murmured.

Though she tried to be grateful for the life they had given her, being raised in a deeply toxic environment where she was constantly used and manipulated felt suffocating.

Especially since she dreamed of entering the entertainment industry.

She didn't want anyone to know about her rural, backward upbringing.

"Forget it. If we aren't their biological kids, do you really think they'd adopt not one, but three girls out of the goodness of their hearts?"

"Besides, there's nothing that special about us. We're just a bit prettier than average, that's all."

Ivy knew their parents too well.

If they weren't blood-related, there was zero chance they would have been kept around.

But if they truly weren't their parents' daughters, where did they come from?

It was too complicated a question, and Ivy didn't want to dwell on it.

Hearing her sister's reasoning, Hazel quietly dropped the subject.

Just then, the bedroom door swung open. Mrs. Sawyer scowled as she saw the three girls huddled together. She pointed directly at Hazel.

"Hazel, get out here. I have a job for you."

Hazel sighed in annoyance but followed her mother out of the room.

Ivy didn't think much of it.

She looked over at Gemma. "How are you feeling? If you're not doing well, we can head back tomorrow."

Gemma shook her head, her complexion entirely drained of color.

"I'm hanging in there. Let's just wait until after the funeral to leave."

Ivy didn't argue.

She felt her sister was far too devoted to people who didn't deserve it.

No matter how terribly their parents treated them, Gemma always put them first.

"Your brother has been holding vigil for your father for three days straight. He collapsed from exhaustion. How could he go?"

"It was just a quick trip to drop Beatrice off. Stop yelling at me and get out!"

Mrs. Sawyer sounded entirely unapologetic.

She tightened her grip on the cash—part of which was the deposit for selling her second daughter.

Once the deed was done tonight, Beatrice was going to pay her a $300,000 emergency fund.

She had raised these three girls for years; if they didn't bring some real cash into this house, it would have been a total waste.

Ivy's gaze locked onto the wad of money in her mother's hands.

She knew for a fact the funeral donations didn't add up to that much.

Her mother had definitely sold Hazel.

Her face contorted with absolute fury, her voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "If a single hair on Hazel's head is harmed, I swear I will personally put you in prison."

Terrified of what might happen to her sister, Ivy spun on her heel and sprinted out the door.