True Love Deserves a Second Chance
Chapter 192 My Sister Joey

Sebastian paused, then asked, "Did you find out?"

Theodore, fuming, snapped, "Sebastian, I thought you were my best friend. I told you about this first, even before my family. Why did you lie to me? You knew Joey was the one I was looking for. Why didn't you tell me?" Theodore's voice was almost a roar. He always thought Sebastian was helping him find his sister, but he never expected Sebastian to hide the truth.

Sebastian stayed cold. "What if I told you? Could you have kept it together and not acknowledged her? Do you know how much that would hurt her?"

Theodore shot back, "Not telling me didn't prevent harm! She almost got killed by Isabella."

"That was your fault for not realizing the secret was out. Joey wouldn't have been in so much danger otherwise." Sebastian retorted.

"Sebastian, don't get too cocky. Joey is my sister. If you want to marry her, you need approval from both the Vale and Taylor families!"

Sebastian didn't back down. "If you want to acknowledge Joey, deal with Isabella first. If she hurts Joey again, I'll kill her!"

Sebastian and Theodore, who grew up together, were arguing fiercely for the first time. The tension was palpable.

Facing the truth, Theodore closed his eyes in pain. He knew Sebastian must have done a paternity test with Joey. So, Joey was indeed Connie's daughter, the sister he had been searching for.

After a few seconds, Sebastian spoke calmly, "When Joey's great-grandfather passed away, she was devastated. Do you think if she knew her beloved father wasn't her biological father, how much pain that would cause her?

I get your feelings, but you need to consider hers too. Acknowledging her can't be rushed; you need to think it through."

These words gradually calmed Theodore down. He still hadn't found out who planned Connie's car accident. If he let Joey acknowledge her family and kicked Isabella out of the Vale family, it would undoubtedly bring more danger to Joey. Facing Joey's identity but unable to acknowledge her, Theodore's eyes welled up again.

Thinking of the hardships Joey had endured and the pampering Isabella had received since childhood, Theodore's hatred intensified.

After hanging up the phone, he sat alone in his room, taking a long time to suppress his emotions, until the butler came knocking, telling Theodore that Darren had arrived.

Theodore immediately got up and went to his grandfather's study. Darren was sitting on the sofa with his head down, looking extremely grim.

Alan Taylor, in a fit of rage, picked up a cup from the table and threw it at Darren. Darren didn't dodge, and the cup hit his head directly, causing blood to flow instantly.

He didn't make any move to treat it, still hanging his head like a sinner, not saying a word.

Alan slammed the table and yelled, "Darren, don't play dumb with me. The evidence is right here. You can't deny it. Tell me, who is that woman?"

Facing Alan's questioning, Clifton's cold stare, and Theodore's disdain, Darren clenched his fist weakly. He never thought that the mistake he made years ago would cost him the death of his wife and the loss of his daughter.

Tears streamed down Darren's face as he looked at Alan. "Dad, it was my fault. I wronged Connie, but I never thought it would end like this. I didn't know Isabella wasn't Connie's daughter. I lost contact with that woman years ago. I don't even know what she looks like. She always wore a veil when we were together."

Alan's anger flared. "Connie loved you so much. She ran from City C to City B to be with you. And you, for some woman of ill repute, caused her death and lost my granddaughter. Do you know how much Connie suffered because of you?" Blood mixed with tears streamed down Darren's face. "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry. It was my fault. I will find my daughter and uncover the truth about Connie's death." Clifton kicked him in the stomach, gritting his teeth. "Darren, if you can't find the child, you can go to hell."

The kick made Darren spit blood and stumble back several feet. His lower back hit the table hard. Ignoring the pain, he immediately got up and continued to apologize.

Despite his anger, Theodore couldn't ignore that Darren was his father. He walked over, handed Darren a towel, and asked, "Did that woman have any distinguishing features? Or what did she call herself when you were together?" "She said her name was Isla Fisher, a dancer at The Bana Nightclub. That's all I know."

The Bana Nightclub was the largest entertainment venue over twenty years ago, but it had long been shut down. Finding Isla now would be extremely difficult.

Alan was trembling with anger, his eyes filled with tears. "My Connie was so good, yet she was schemed against by a dancer. Theodore, Clifton, you must find this woman. I want to avenge my daughter."

Clifton immediately reassured them. "Dad, Mom, don't worry. I will find this woman. As for Darren and Isabella, how do you plan to deal with them?"

Beatrice, already in tears, wiped her eyes and said, "I don't want to see them again. Seeing them reminds me of my poor daughter and granddaughter. I don't even know if that child is still alive."

Seeing Beatrice so upset, Theodore almost revealed the truth, but remembering what Sebastian had told him, he held back.

He gently comforted her, "Grandma, believe that Mom in heaven will protect my sister. Give me some time, and I will bring her back to you."

In the end, Darren and Isabella were kicked out of the Taylor Family, severing all ties.

Isabella clung to Darren's arm, crying pitifully. Without the Taylor Family's protection and Theodore's affection, she only had Darren left.

No matter what, she had to hold onto Darren. "Dad, I'm sorry. It's all my fault that you were kicked out by Grandpa. Don't worry, I won't burden you anymore. I'll leave and find a place where no one can find me. But from now on, I won't be able to see you, and I'll miss you terribly."

With that, she cried uncontrollably in Darren's arms. Although Darren hated that woman, he couldn't bring himself to hate the daughter he had raised since childhood. He believed she was innocent.

He gently patted Isabella's head and comforted her in a low voice, "Don't cry. I won't let you leave. The Taylor Family may not want you, but the Vale Family won't kick you out. You are my daughter, and you belong with us. Even if we find that child, I won't neglect you."

Hearing this, a sinister glint flashed in Isabella's tear-filled eyes. She thought, 'You want to find that child? Dream on!'