The IVF Secret That Shook a Dynasty novel Chapter 324

Until she knew his intentions, it was best to remain polite and professional.

She sent the message, and a reply came back almost instantly.

[Would it be possible to have a voice call?]

Vivica frowned, hesitating. He was a man she barely knew; a sudden request for a voice call felt somewhat improper.

Just as she was wavering, the lounge door opened and Joseph walked in.

“What did he say?”

Vivica turned her phone screen toward him. “Look, he wants to have a voice call.”

Joseph sat down beside her and nodded decisively. “Call him.”

“Okay.”

With him by her side, her anxieties vanished, replaced by a newfound resolve. Without another thought, she hit the call button.

In Sydville, Raymond was surprised to see an incoming call so quickly, but he answered promptly.

“Hello, Ms. Lynn. My apologies for the intrusion,” he said, his tone just as courteous as before.

Vivica put the call on speaker. “Not at all, Mr. Smith. How can I help you?”

“Ms. Lynn, it’s like this… I told you before that you look like a friend of mine. That wasn’t entirely true. You actually resemble my aunt.”

“My aunt is in poor health, and my uncle has been bedridden for years. When they were young, they had a pair of fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. But for certain reasons, the baby girl was lost, and only the son remained with them. Then, when the boy was ten, he died in a car accident. My uncle was in that same crash… it left him permanently disabled.”

Before he even finished, a violent tremor ran through Vivica. A cold chill washed over her, and she stared at Joseph, her eyes wide with shock and turning red at the rims.

Joseph’s face was just as taut with astonishment. What had been a mere suspicion moments ago was now hardening into a near certainty. The tragic couple Raymond was describing had to be Vivica’s parents.

“Ms. Lynn? Ms. Lynn? Are you still there?” Raymond’s voice called out, breaking the prolonged silence.

Vivica was too overcome with emotion to speak.

Joseph tightened his grip on her shoulder, his eyes fixed on the phone. “She’s listening,” he said, his voice firm and clear. “What exactly are you asking of her, Mr. Smith?”