The Billionaire's Genius Wife

Chapter 250 Shocking News

"Damn, you're so lazy!" Seven snapped, clearly frustrated. "Can you at least read it and take a look before asking me?"

Scarlett chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "Sorry, Seven. I've been busy with some other things. I've heard from Xander's people that they have already found my mother's family. So, I'm eager to hear your findings. Did you manage to locate them too?"

Seven's expression softened. "Yes, I did. I was able to track down some leads, and I think I've found the family you're looking for."

Scarlett's face lit up with excitement. "That's great news, Seven! I can't wait to hear all the details. Can you give me a brief summary now?"

Seven narrowed his eyes at Scarlett, feeling defeated. He can't win against this girl.

He looked at Scarlett with a puzzled expression. "Why do you need to hear my report when you've already received it from your husband's person? I'm sure they have given you the same information as me."

Scarlett leaned back in the chair before saying, "Well, I understand how this might seem exaggerated, but something about the report I received was a bit strange. I needed to make sure that the information I was hearing was accurate. Hence, your report might shed new light on the situation and provide a different perspective for me..."

Seven nodded slowly, realizing that Scarlett's intuition was often spot on. "I see..."

He took a deep breath before he reported the results of his brief investigation. Finding information on the Davies family had been surprisingly easy; there weren't many Davies in town, and he had located them quickly. He told her everything he found out about them.

Shortly after, Scarlett was stunned. "You said you've visited their house?" She hadn't expected Seven to move so quickly.  He's even one step ahead of Xander's men.

"I didn't visit their house, but I did go to their village," Seven replied.

Scarlett sat up straight, her eyes fixed on the monitor screen. "What did you find?"

"Well," Seven hesitated, looking slightly confused. "I was about to tell you, but I want to know... how did you know about Mikayla Davies?"

Scarlett raised an eyebrow, wondering why Seven asked her again.

"What do you mean? Mikayla Davies is my mother. Did I tell you before?" She was confused about whether she had told him or not.

Seven frowned, looking surprised. He hesitated to continue his report. He just stared at Scarlett with a look full of confusion.

Scarlett waited for Seven to continue speaking, but several minutes passed, and he didn't say a word.

"Why did you stop talking, Seven?" Scarlett asked. She was getting curious.

"It's...kind of weird," Seven said at last.

"Weird? What makes it weird?" Scarlett asked.

"Scarlett, there's no way Mikayla Davies is your mother," Seven said slowly, his voice low and measured.

"Huh!? Why did you say that?"

"Because Mikayla Davies died 25 years ago, long before you were born. Her death certificate was missing, but I was able to locate her grave."

Instant silence.

Neither of them said anything.

Scarlett was utterly shocked. She tried to say something, but no words escaped her lips. Her mind reeled with the realization that everything she had believed about her mother might be a lie.

Seven silently stared at Scarlett, watching as her face turned ashen and her eyes grew wide with shock — She looked like she had just been possessed by a ghost.

Scarlett stared blankly at her laptop monitor, unable to process the bombshell that Seven had just dropped on her.

Her mind felt hazy and cloudy like she was trapped in a thick fog with no apparent way out. She couldn't believe that her mother's identity was fake — it felt like everything she ever knew had been twisted.

'How could my mom do this?' Scarlett inwardly talked as she voiced the questions swirling through her mind. 'If Mikayla Davies wasn't my real name, what is her real name? Who is she really?'

A thousand different questions flashed through Scarlett's mind. But one that made her flinch; she realized that her mother was similar to her situation, hiding her true identity to avoid danger.

Now another question came to mind; Who was the person who wanted her mother's life so severely that she pushed herself to assume the identity of a dead woman!?

Scarlett's fingers clenched tightly into fists as her frustration and anger grew. She was sick of all the lies and secrets, sick of feeling as if she was being manipulated by the people she trusted.

The father she had always thought of as her birth father was not. Her mother, who she claims is named Mikayla Davies, is neither — she uses someone else's identity.

She is left to question if she is really the woman's daughter.

"Scarlett, Three... Are you okay?" Seven's voice was mixed with concern as he finally broke the silence that had stretched between them for what felt like an eternity. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with Scarlett, especially after seeing the shock and confusion on her face.

Scarlett rapidly blinked as if trying to shake off a daze. She took a deep breath and tried to steady herself, determined to regain control over her emotions. This was no time to fall apart — she had to stay focused and keep moving forward.

With a fierce glint in her eye, she turned to see Seven. "Did you get a picture of her?" she demanded, her voice sharp and decisive. "I need to see what she looks like before she dies."

Seven nodded quickly. "Yes, I did. I already sent it to you."

"Alright, thank you, Seven, for your hard work. You can return to the city, but avoid leaving traces. The man from Country M is in this city," Scarlett said, her voice solemn and commanding.

"Understood," replied Seven, his tone equally serious.

The screen went black as the video call ended, leaving Scarlett alone with her thoughts. She took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair, her mind racing with the information she had just received.

As she opened the file Seven had sent her, her hands trembled slightly with anticipation. When the photo finally appeared on the screen, her eyes widened in shock. It was a picture of a woman, but it wasn't her mother — it was someone else entirely.

Her mind whirled with questions as she studied the photo more closely. Who was this woman? And why had her mother assumed her identity? The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. But one thing was clear — she needed to find the truth, no matter what it took.