The shift to a serious topic brought Vivica back to the present. She turned to Joseph and paused for a moment before speaking. “She said they found me at a train station. That my parents abandoned me.”
“Which train station?”
“She claimed she forgot. She also said they reported it, but the police didn’t care. If they hadn’t taken me in, I would have been sent to an orphanage.”
Vivica recounted the story, then shook her head thoughtfully. “I don’t think that’s the truth. I have a feeling she’s lying.”
Joseph understood what she was implying. “So, do you want to find your biological parents?”
She let out a soft sigh. “It’s been over twenty years… I have no information at all. How could I possibly find them? For all I know, they might not even be alive anymore.”
“If you want to find them, there are ways,” Joseph said gently, his gaze softening as he looked at her. “You can go to the police station, give them your fingerprints, and a small blood sample for your DNA profile. If your birth parents have been looking for you all these years, they’ve likely filed a report as well. There’s a good chance you could find each other that way.”
Vivica’s eyes widened in surprise. “You can do that?”
“Yes,” Joseph confirmed, but then added a note of caution. “However, if they really did abandon you and haven’t been searching, then finding them would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.”
He felt it was important to mention this possibility. After two decades, if her parents had been actively searching, they likely would have found her by now. The country had invested heavily in combating child trafficking and locating missing persons in recent years, with advanced systems and technology. The only missing persons who remained unfound were typically in extremely remote, undeveloped areas or were being intentionally hidden.
Vivica fit neither category. Her personal information was publicly accessible; finding her should have been easy.
Vivica was smart. She understood the implication behind his words. “You think my parents abandoned me,” she whispered.
Seeing the desolate look in her eyes, Joseph felt a pang of sympathy. “I’m just reminding you that it’s a possibility.”
Vivica lowered her gaze, saying nothing.
“Honestly, with your own skills and resources now, you and Chaim can have a wonderful life. Finding your birth parents isn’t as important as it once might have been.”
All she needed to do was cut ties with the Lynn family, to stop them from draining her resources and hurting her, and her future would be bright.
Vivica stared out the window, lost in thought. She understood Joseph’s point. If her parents had abandoned her, finding them would only bring more pain. And if they were struggling financially and discovered their long-lost daughter was successful, they might try to guilt her into supporting them. She would escape one toxic family only to fall into the trap of another.
“I… I can handle it myself. Whatever the outcome, I can handle it. I don’t need anyone to have my back.”
She said the words in a rush, not daring to consider the true meaning behind Joseph’s offer.
Seeing her continued evasion, Joseph’s patience began to wear thin. “Vivica, last night—”
He shifted slightly, ready to finally put everything on the table, but just as he was about to speak, Vivica’s phone rang.
The interruption was frustrating. He watched as she answered the call, forcing himself to hold back.
It was Quintina, likely calling to see how things had gone at her parents’ house. The call was a welcome lifeline for Vivica, who had no idea how to face Joseph. She launched into a detailed account of everything that had happened.
By the time she hung up, the Maybach was already pulling up to the police station.
“Quintina thinks I shouldn’t look for my birth parents,” Vivica said, glancing at Joseph. “But we’re already here…”

Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The IVF Secret That Shook a Dynasty
Still no updated chapters????? 😱...
Please update...
Please update.. thank you 🙏🏻...
Hi.. can you please publish another book.. He gave her my eyes a story of final sight. Thank you...