My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit novel Chapter 353

However, this was good. Mrs. Madden was instantly pleased when her daughter took the initiative to approach her.

"I didn't have a change of heart. I just suddenly figured it out. When I came back, Lyra hated me so much, and I felt inferior, so I didn't dare to hold you like this. I was afraid that you’d also dislike me and push me away." Clarice leaned her head against Mrs. Madden's shoulder.

Mrs. Madden stroked her hair. "Of course, I wouldn't do that. How would a mother dislike her own daughter? You're so silly."

Mrs. Madden poked Clarice's forehead. " But it's good if you figured it out. Don't think about such nonsense in the future." "Mm, I won’t. I'll be the apple of your eye,"

Clarice said.

She was silly. After coming to the Madden family for so long, she did not think of herself as the real daughter of the family. It was only until she knew about Sydney did she have such a thought.

However, it was not too late. Starting today, she would completely win over her parents so that they only had her in their eyes.

Even if someone jumped out to question her identity in the future, her parents would not believe it, and even if they believed it, they would not send her away.

In short, since these parents were given to her, they were hers now. No one could snatch them away, not even the real Clarice Madden!

Mrs. Madden did not know what was in Clarice's heart, but she smiled happily when she heard her words. "Yes, yes, you're the apple of my eye."

Clarice hugged Mrs. Madden's arm and smiled too.

After a while, she lifted her head and looked at Mrs. Madden's hair. "Mom, your hair is a little messy. I'll help you comb it."

Mrs. Madden could not be happier that her daughter offered to comb her hair. She did not care whether her hair was truly messy or not and naturally agreed in a hurry. "My Clarice is the best. Sure, go ahead."

"I'll go get the comb." Clarice ran upstairs.

Soon, she came back down with a comb. She walked behind Mrs. Madden, untied her hair, and started combing it.

She was a little forceful, and Mrs. Madden felt it hurt, but she did not stop Clarice. She only thought that Clarice developed this strength after doing too much farm work. Furthermore, this was the first time her daughter combed her hair. How could she say anything bad about it?

Not long after, Clarice plucked some hair off the comb, quietly shoved them into her clothes pocket, and put down the comb. " Done. Do you like it, Mom?"

"I like it. My daughter combed my hair for me. Of course, I like it." Mrs. Madden touched her hair and laughed.

Clarice also smiled. "That's good. By the way, I still have to go out later. I met a friend, and we agreed to go to the movies in the afternoon. It’s almost time, so I'll go now."

Then, she did not wait for Mrs. Madden to tell her to stay and quickly ran to the door.

Now that she had Sydney and Mrs. Madden's hairs, it was time to make a trip to the identification agency!

Meanwhile, in another place.

Sydney finished her lunch and came out of the restaurant. She dialed Julien's number.

Julien picked up quickly. "Sydney."

"President Flint, Lyra confessed. I got a recording of her confession. Can you send the waiter and that man to the police station now?" Sydney stood at the roadside and spoke while waiting for the car.

A trace of surprise flashed in Julien's eyes. "You got it so soon?"

"Yeah, I had help, so it wasn't that hard." Sydney nodded.

Julien narrowed his eyes.

'That person should be that fake Clarice.

'The fake Clarice was Sydney and Hunter’s insider. Lyra is in the Madden residence and didn't come out, so it’s impossible for Sydney to go there to pry the confession from Lyra's mouth. Thus, the only person who could help was fake Clarice, who also lived in the Madden residence.'

"All right. You go to the station first to make a report. I'll have someone send those two over," Julien said with a slight nod.

Sydney hummed. "Okay. Thank you."

"You don't have to say..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard something wrong with the phone.

He frowned and brought the phone in front of him to look at the screen. When he saw that it was the main menu instead of the call interface, his thin lips could not help but purse.