Chapter 223 Help?
After Elizabeth hung up the phone, she suddenly dropped her head and seemed to freeze.
She was wearing a white loungewear set, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders, looking somewhat dazed.
Seeing this, Timothy reached out and touched her head, his tone gentle. "What's wrong?"
Elizabeth looked up, a flash of complicated emotions in her eyes.
She reached out her hand, and Timothy immediately pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.
Timothy bent his back slightly, bringing his face close to hers, and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"
Elizabeth's eyelashes trembled slightly. Leaning in Timothy's embrace, she showed a helpless and bitter smile. "Mr. Nightingale wants to take my hair for a paternity test."
He was a bit surprised to hear this.
Elizabeth's eyes held a trace of confusion and unease. "He said I look like an elder from the Stewart family and wants to confirm whether I'm their daughter."
"Actually, I'm a little hopeful too. No one doesn't want to know who their parents are, it's just that I don't really obsess over these things."
Timothy's hand gently stroked her back. After a moment of silence, he said, "No matter what the result is, you still have me, and you have Seraphina."
Elizabeth closed her eyes, calming her anxious feelings.
After a while.
Elizabeth opened her eyes, looked at Timothy, and said firmly, "Mr. Robinson, go get scissors and a bag."
Timothy smiled. "Okay."
After speaking, he gently touched her cheek, a fleeting contact like a dragonfly skimming water, then stood up to get the scissors.
A few minutes later, Timothy came back with small scissors and a transparent ziplock bag in his hands.
He sat back down next to Elizabeth. "Should I pull out your hair, or do you want to do it yourself?"
Elizabeth looked up at him and lifted her chin slightly. "You do it."
She looked like she was bravely facing her fate.
He smiled, smoothing out Elizabeth's long hair with his hand and finding a small strand. "I'm going to do it now?"
First pull it out, then cut it shorter with scissors.
Timothy carefully placed the pulled hair into the ziplock bag and sealed it.
"Mr. Robinson," Elizabeth said, propping her chin, her tone carrying a hint of weariness, "help me deliver the hair to the Nightingale Group tomorrow. I don't want to go."
Timothy nodded. "Okay. Do you want to go rest now?"
Elizabeth's gaze fell on the building blocks on the floor. "You haven't finished building the house for Seraphina yet."
"After you're asleep, I'll come back and build it," Timothy said, picking her up. "Let's go to bed."
Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his neck.
Elizabeth had thought she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, but unexpectedly, nestled in Timothy's arms, she fell asleep without realizing it.
Seeing that she had gradually fallen asleep, Timothy gently kissed her forehead, quietly got out of bed, and left the bedroom.
He had promised Seraphina she would see the house when she woke up in the morning, and he couldn't break his word.
The next morning, Elizabeth finished getting ready and prepared to go downstairs.
Before leaving the bedroom, she deliberately glanced several times at the small bag of cut hair on the vanity.
In the living room.
Seraphina, wearing her school uniform with two cute pigtails today, rubbed her eyes.
When she opened them, she really saw the beautiful house.
Seraphina's eyes filled with excitement as she tilted her little head up. "Daddy, you're amazing!"
Fathers love hearing their daughters' praise.
Although Timothy was thrilled inside, he kept his face calm and composed. "Seraphina, go eat breakfast first. After breakfast, I'll take you to kindergarten."
Elizabeth came downstairs and went straight to the dining room.
"Mommy, good morning," Seraphina called out, her words muffled as she chewed on bread.
"Seraphina, good morning." Elizabeth sat down with a smile, her eyes full of tenderness.
After breakfast, Timothy had to take Seraphina to kindergarten and then deliver the hair to the Nightingale Group.
Elizabeth needed to rush to the Sherman Group.
Timothy went upstairs to change clothes and walked to the vanity to get the ziplock bag.
He glanced at the bag and noticed there was clearly more hair inside.
Thinking that these strands might be hair Elizabeth had secretly cut this morning.
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
Timothy took the ziplock bag downstairs. Elizabeth and Seraphina were standing at the door waiting for him.
He walked to their side. "Leave Seraphina to me. You should head to the Sherman Group early too. Don't overwork yourself today."
When Seraphina wasn't paying attention, Timothy kissed Elizabeth's forehead first.
Elizabeth smiled and waved, getting in the car to leave first.
The Nightingale Group.
Russell had come to the office early in the morning to wait for Elizabeth to bring the hair.
Herschel watched helplessly as Russell kept pacing back and forth. "Uncle, why don't you sit down and rest, have some breakfast?"
Russell sighed. "I'm not in the mood for breakfast right now."
He looked at his watch again. It was just seven-thirty, and he didn't know when Elizabeth would come.
At this moment, Timothy had already dropped Seraphina off at kindergarten.
"Seraphina, be good and listen to the teacher at kindergarten today. If anyone bullies you, come back and tell me," Timothy gently instructed.
"Daddy, Seraphina will listen to the teacher," Seraphina said, puffing out her little chest in assurance. She put on her backpack and said proudly, "If anyone bullies me, I'll bully them back!"
Jake had raised Seraphina for four years, and she still remembered some of his ideas.
If you get bullied, find a chance to bully them back—very much Jake's style.
Timothy didn't expect much from Seraphina, as long as his daughter didn't get bullied.
He watched Seraphina walk into the kindergarten before instructing the driver to head to the Nightingale Group.
The car pulled up in front of the building.
Timothy got out and walked into the building, followed by two bodyguards.
The receptionist saw Timothy and the two bodyguards behind him, stood up, and greeted him. "Good morning, sir. Who are you looking for? Do you have an appointment?"
"I'm looking for Chairman Nightingale."
The receptionist replied politely, "Please wait a moment."
She quickly called Russell's secretary's internal line, briefly explained the situation, and after hearing that they should send him up, hung up the phone.
"Mr. Robinson, Chairman Nightingale asks you to come up. The elevator goes directly to the top floor," the receptionist said with a smile, directing Timothy to the elevator.
Russell and Herschel, who had been waiting in the office, were a bit surprised to see Timothy arrive.
"Mr. Nightingale," Timothy nodded slightly and straightforwardly handed the ziplock bag to Russell. "This is Elizabeth's hair."
Russell took the ziplock bag, glanced at Timothy with a complicated look, and nodded. "Thank you."
At noon.
Emma, who had been discharged from the hospital and returned home yesterday.
She had just finished lunch when she heard her phone notification sound.
She picked up her phone and saw a message from the phone number on the business card from before.
Emma's heartbeat suddenly quickened, her fingers trembling slightly as she opened the message.
[Ms. Sutter, are you sure you don't need help? What you're trying to hide is about to be discovered by the Nightingale family.]
Emma's face instantly turned very ugly. She gripped her phone tightly, a wave of panic rising in her heart.