I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away
Chapter 429: Meredith Discovers the Truth About Her Father

Meredith pushed open the door to Bianca's room, where everything related to Bianca sourly tingled her nose. The room was elegantly arranged; an ancient-style dressing table made of sandalwood, and the closet was filled with Bianca's usual clothes, bags, and jewelry.

"The madam was very particular," said the nanny, Aubrey Lawson, who had served Bianca for over a decade in the Chaucer family. "After the madam's accident, everything in the room was left untouched."

"Mrs. Lawson, after my mom passed away, did Chloe and Joy Chaucer ever enter this room?" Meredith asked, noticing that indeed nothing seemed disturbed, which seemed somewhat unreasonable. Living under the same roof, it was odd that neither Chloe nor Joy showed any interest in visiting Bianca's room.

"No," Aubrey Lawson replied. "The door to this room has never been opened since."

"Mrs. Lawson, can you tell me what my mom was like at home? I want to know more about her. We had just got to know each other when she passed away. What can you tell me about my dad?" Meredith gazed around the room, reminiscing about her mother.

"Regarding your father, I'm not very clear," Aubrey Lawson confessed. "Mrs. Chaucer's father, when he was alive, had often suggested that she remarry, but she always refused."

Aubrey paused, visibly affected by the memory. "A woman who remained a widow for over twenty years, it wasn't easy. She was a kind woman, very gentle. It's truly unfortunate that she passed so suddenly. Even though I'm just a nanny here, after all these years, I've grown attached."

As Meredith opened a drawer, she found photos. The first one was of a young Bianca, weak and lying in a hospital bed just after childbirth, with the baby beside her, calm and quiet. That baby was Meredith. It was the first and only picture she had with her mother.

Turning the pages of the album, Meredith stumbled upon a photo of a man with Bianca. She gasped in surprise; the man in the photo looked almost identical to Lucien DuMont, whom she had recently met.

"This is the gentleman, your father when he was younger," Aubrey explained. "The madam often looked at these photos to remember him."

"How can there be two people so similar in the world?" Meredith murmured.

"Lucien DuMont is French, even a royal descendant. How could it be such a coincidence that my father looks just like him, and it's evident at first glance that my father was of mixed race?" "Mrs. Lawson, do you know where my dad was from or his name?" Meredith asked urgently.

"I'm not sure where he was from, but I remember the madam mentioning that his name seemed to be Darcy DuMont."

Hearing the surname DuMont, Meredith felt an even stranger coincidence. Could Lucien DuMont and her father be related? Considering their ages, could they be father and son?

Meredith was sure; Bianca only had her, no other children. A bold guess formed in her mind: maybe her biological father wasn't dead. They said he was missing without a trace, not confirmed dead.

With this thought, Meredith's heart raced with excitement and melancholy. If her father was alive, why hadn't he looked back all these years? Could he have abandoned her mother?

After collecting a few of Bianca's belongings, Meredith went downstairs. Joy Chaucer, appearing timid and weak, sat upright on a couch, being interrogated by Terrence Sterling. Joy, typically stubborn, would never admit anything if she knew it led nowhere.

Terrence hadn't uncovered much; Joy only admitted that she knew she wasn't Bianca's daughter and had only recently found out she was Chloe's daughter.

Joy insisted she had been deceived by Chloe, claiming all the impersonation was orchestrated by Chloe, and she had been unaware.