Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce!
Chapter 402 Another Folder

Zach pointed to the door of the detention center behind him. "Verma has already agreed. But she doesn't need us to do anything, as she can convince Brandon and his wife that she is the real Clarice." Julien narrowed his eyes. "How can she convince them?"

Zach shook his head. "I don't know. I asked her, but she refused to tell me anything."

"It doesn't matter if she didn't want to tell it to us. As long as she agreed, it's okay." Julien pressed his lips and said.

Anyway, Julien aimed to let Brandon and his wife believe that Denna was the real Clarice.

Since Denna could do this by herself, there was no need for Julien to give her a hand.

"Let's go to Flint Mansion now." Julien rubbed his eyebrows and said in a tired voice.

Zach looked at him. "Don't you return to the hospital?"

Julien cast him a glance. "Sydney has been discharged from the hospital. What's the point of me staying at the hospital?"

Zach twitched his mouth. "I got it. Then I'll call the staff in the hospital and complete the discharge procedures."

Hearing this, Julien withdrew his gaze, opened the door and got into the car.

As Sydney was not in the hospital, Julien didn't want to go back to the hospital.

Besides, he didn't want to be hospitalized anymore, as the wounds on his back had already scabbed over. As long as he didn't rub them hard, they wouldn't rupture and bleed. So, he didn't need to stay in the hospital.

Zach got into the driver's seat and started the car to leave the detention center.

The next day, Brandon was ready to go to Trison Corporation.

The moment he stepped out of the villa, he saw another folder in the mailbox next to the gate.

Brandon stopped, his face darkening.

There was a paternity test between him and Clarice in yesterday's folder.

What would there be in today's folder?

Could it also be something related to Clarice?

Brandon walked over, put the briefcase under his arm, and pulled the folder out of the mailbox.

He pulled the folder so hard that it was scratched open by the sharp edge of the mailbox. And the documents inside fell onto the ground.

Brandon lowered his head and looked at a line of words on the documents: Denna's Personal Information.

Who was Verma?

Brandon frowned, as he felt the name was somewhat familiar.

But soon, he recalled that Clarice used to be called Derma.

As expected, the documents in this folder were also related to Clarice.

What did the sender want to do?

From yesterday's fake paternity test, it could be seen that the sender was definitely not a good person, as the sender intended to harm Clarice. Annoyingly, when Brandon watched the recording of the surveillance camera yesterday, he didn't even see who put the folder into the mailbox.

Narrowing his eyes, Brandon bent over to pick up the documents on the ground. As he read the documents one by one, he found that they were the detailed descriptions of Clarice from her childhood to now. They were very lengthy, even including many things that Clarice hadn't told him and his wife.

So, he was not sure whether the information was true or not.

But regardless of the authenticity of the information, he was clear that the sender harbored hostility towards Clarice.

'Clarice has just returned to our family, and she seldom goes out. She doesn't know many people in the circle, let alone make an enemy.'

'Her only enemy is Sydney. After all, Clarice has injured Sydney recently.'

'So, it must be Sydney who has given these things to me.'

"Humph, Sydney is so scheming!" Brandon rolled up the documents and folder into a ball.

'Sydney must be revenging herself on Clarice.' 'Sydney wants to alienate Clarice from our family, let us doubt whether she is our biological daughter, and then make people laugh at me, because I raise another person's daughter.'

'However, I won't believe Sydney.'

Brandon sneered, ready to throw the documents and folder in his hand into the trash can.

However, while he was rolling up the documents, he suddenly felt that there was something hard inside the documents.

Brandon frowned doubtfully. Then he rummaged in the folder and took out the hard thing.

It was a photo!

There were two people in the photo. One was a middle-aged man and the other was Clarice.

In the photo, the background behind the middle-aged man was completely different from the background behind Clarice, which indicated that it was a composite photo.

But it didn't matter that it was a composite photo. What was important was that Clarice resembled this middle-aged man a lot.

Who was this middle-aged man?

Though Brandon didn't know the middle-aged man in the photo, he was very concerned about the identity of this middle -aged man, because this middle-aged man was so similar to Clarice that when he and Clarice stood together, they looked like father and daughter.

Wait. They looked like father and daughter?

Brandon's expression changed immediately. As he realized something, he suddenly gripped the photo in his hand.

Someone deliberately made the phone, whose aim was to let Brandon compare the appearance of Clarice and that of the middle-aged man.

If Sydney was the sender, her purpose was obvious, that is, to tell Brandon that Clarice and this middle-aged man were father and daughter.

Looking at the two similar faces, Brandon couldn't convince himself that Clarice had nothing to do with this middle-aged man.

He even began to feel that yesterday's paternity test was real.

Thinking of this, Brandon walked back into the villa with the documents and photo.

Mrs. Madden was applying a face mask. She was quite surprised to see him come in. "Honey, didn't you go out? Why do you

come back?"

Brandon didn't say anything and threw the balled documents and photo to her. "Take a look."

"What are they?" Mrs. Madden unfolded them, feeling confused.

She was not stupid. After reading the documents and comparing the two people in the photo, she understood what Brandon meant. She was so shocked that she stood up from the sofa abruptly. Even the mask on her face fell off.

"This..." Her hands which grasped the documents and photo were trembling. "I won't believe they're true."

"I'm going to reverify whether Clarice is our daughter and whether she is the real Clarice." Brandon said with a dark face.

Mrs. Madden looked at him timidly. "What if she is not our daughter after the verification?"

Brandon clenched his fists tightly. "If not, I'll never let her live in peace. Since she dares to disguise herself as our daughter, I'll let her pay the price!"

Brandon was born with azoospermia. From the moment he knew about it, he no longer expected to have his own child. But fortunately, a miracle occurred, and he had his own daughter.

The minute he learned that his wife got pregnant, he became overjoyed. After that, he went to the church more frequently to pray that his child could come to the world safely. However, one month after his child was born, Harry took her away and drowned her.

It took Brandon more than 20 years to recover from the grief over his daughter's death. Some time ago, when he knew that his own daughter didn't die and was looking for him, he was so excited that he cried. But now, someone implied that the Clarice who he had found might not be his real daughter, but another person's daughter. How could he not get furious?

Brandon loved and cared about his only child. If this Clarice was not his daughter, he would definitely let this impostor pay the price. No one was allowed to pretend to be his only daughter. No one had the right!

"Let's go to the police station. I'll call someone in the police station so that we can take Clarice to do a paternity test. This time, I'll do the paternity tests in several hospitals to check whether she is our daughter." Brandon took his wife's hand and walked out of the villa.