From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 347

They barely made it a few steps before running into someone completely unexpected.

“Ana, is that you?” Paola’s voice trembled, her eyes shining with tears as she stared up at the figure walking down the steps toward her, backlit by the fading light. Leaning on her son for support, she hurried forward and grabbed Eleanor’s hand. “It’s really you, isn’t it, Ana?”

“My Shan-shan... Do you know how much I’ve missed you? Did you come to see Mom?”

Eleanor’s eyes were still red from crying, and as Paola mistook her for her own daughter, they filled up again. Her nose burned, and she could hardly speak.

Samuel was even more stunned. This wasn’t Ana. And the man beside her...

That was definitely Max.

“Mr. Clarkson?”

Max’s face stayed calm. “Hey, Samuel.”

“How about we head down the mountain and find somewhere to sit and talk?” He looked over at Eleanor, who nodded slowly.

Max glanced back at Samuel. “Does that work for you?”

Samuel was too shocked to find the right words. Something big was about to happen, he could just feel it.

“Mom, calm down. This isn’t Ana. This is Mrs. Clarkson.”

As soon as he said “Mrs. Clarkson,” Paola seemed to snap out of her daze.

“Eleanor?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

The happiness that had just filled Paola’s face melted away, replaced by disappointment, heavy and raw. A sadness settled in her eyes, deep and lingering. Ana had always been her favorite, the daughter she’d lost too soon. Even if the whole world forgot Ana, Paola never would.

It wasn’t until they reached the end of the path that she realized how strange it was for Eleanor to be there. Was she also visiting Ana?

Paola had so many questions, but Samuel gently helped her into the car, and the closing door cut her off from everything she wanted to ask.

Eleanor nodded slowly. “I was visiting my mother.”

“Your mother?” Paola’s confusion was clear. The whole cemetery belonged to the Goff family.

Seeing their puzzled faces, Max finally decided to lay everything out.

“Samuel, do you remember coming to my office a few days ago? You smoked, left a cigarette butt behind.”

Samuel’s mind went blank. His heart was beating so fast it felt like it might burst. He started to piece it together, but still couldn’t quite believe it.

“Mr. Clarkson, are you saying...”

“Yes. I had your cigarette tested. You and my wife are related by blood.”

“A few days ago, I ran a DNA test between my wife and the woman she’s always called her mother. They weren’t actually related, so I tested yours. It turns out, my wife’s so-called mother was once the nanny for the Goff family, the one who took care of Ana. It’s possible that all those years ago, she switched her own child with the Goff family’s child.”