"Could you tell me your name? I'd really like to know," Errol asked.
"My name is Stella Hawthorne. My mother chose it."
Even if she didn't tell him, he would have investigated and found out sooner or later.
Errol took out his phone. "It's a beautiful name. Let's exchange contact information."
"Sure."
After swapping numbers, Stella left.
Hearing Errol drop that massive bombshell about her parentage had completely killed her mood for shopping, so she headed straight back to the hotel.
"Stella, I thought you were going shopping? Why are you back so soon?"
Julius had finished handling his business and returned to the hotel to rest, but before he could even lie down, she was already back.
Stella sighed, walked over, and wrapped her arms around his waist. Burying her face in his chest, she mumbled in distress, "Ugh, don't even ask. I went out and just found out a massive bombshell about myself."
Julius held her, resting his chin on the top of her head. "A bombshell about yourself? Care to share it with your loving husband? Hmm?" he asked dotingly.
She was usually so energetic. He had no idea what kind of drama she could have stumbled into during her brief time out, but she looked completely drained.
"Alright, I'll tell you..."
Stella recounted everything that had happened during her outing, including the incident with Chloe and the encounter with Errol.
However, she left out the part about having someone send photos to Frederick, as she wasn't ready to let Julius know about Norma's existence just yet.
Julius frowned as he listened. No wonder that man had actively stepped in to help in Florian City. He had a motive.
"So, Julius, do you know any reliable DNA testing facilities in Brolin City? I want to confirm if I'm really Frederick's daughter."

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