Chapter 254: Four Babies Were Swapped

Chapter 254: Chapter 254: Four Babies Were Swapped

Henry Stark: [Freestyle Pie left Zenvia by high-speed rail at noon today, carrying only a backpack. It’s unclear when they’ll be back.]

Renee Jennings read Henry Stark’s message, but before she could figure out how to reply, another one came through.

Henry Stark: [About that thing you asked me to look into—the nurse who swapped babies at Kenwood Hospital in September 2001. There’s nothing about it in the official records. However, my investigation revealed that it wasn’t the entire nursery that was affected. Four infants were switched.]

Henry Stark: [Here’s the list. Take a look.]

He sent over a document.

Renee Jennings accepted the file and opened it. The first name on the list was her own. The second was Yvonne Morgan. The third, Phoebe Sawyer. And the last was Andrea Hayes.

The following pages contained photos, family backgrounds, and personal details for each of them.

Renee Jennings noticed that Phoebe Sawyer’s features bore a slight resemblance to Rhea Dempsey’s, but according to her background information, Phoebe had immigrated abroad at the age of five.

Andrea Hayes was in Lynfell, which was relatively close, but she most likely had no connection to Rhea Dempsey.

Renee Jennings: [Thanks. I’d almost forgotten about this.]

Just as she sent the message, Rhea Dempsey returned. "Mom, why did you go grocery shopping by yourself?"

"Weren’t you the one who said you were going to hire a couple of housekeepers to help out?" Rhea Dempsey said, carrying a basket of groceries into the living room. She pulled out a tissue to wipe the sweat from her brow. "I went to an agency to make some inquiries."

Renee Jennings poured her a glass of water and handed it over. "How did it go?"

Rhea Dempsey sat on the sofa, finishing the water before she spoke. "The pay is higher than I expected. They said it’s because our house is so large."

"How much are they asking?" Renee Jennings asked.

Rhea Dempsey sighed. "Eight thousand a month, and they want weekends off. For two people, that adds up to sixteen thousand!"

"That’s fine. Eight thousand it is," Renee Jennings said with a wave of her hand. "I have the money."

Even though her daughter said she had money, Rhea Dempsey’s heart still ached at the cost. Her own monthly pension was only five thousand.

"What if we rent this villa out and find a spacious apartment to live in instead?" Rhea Dempsey suggested.

Renee Jennings blinked, amused. "If we live in an apartment, what about Blueberry and the others?"

"I forgot about them!" Rhea Dempsey exclaimed, slapping her thigh.

"So, did you have any luck at the agency today?"

"They said they’d keep an eye out and let me know if any suitable candidates come up."

Renee Jennings changed the subject, pulling up a photo for her to see. "Mom, take a look at this girl."

Rhea Dempsey put on her reading glasses, took the phone, and studied it carefully. "Who is this young woman? She looks a little familiar."

"Her name is Phoebe Sawyer," Renee Jennings said. "Born on September 1, 2001, at Kenwood Hospital."

"September 2001..." Rhea Dempsey froze for a few seconds. When the realization hit, her eyes began to redden. "Are you saying..."

Renee Jennings said softly, "Mom, it turns out four babies were switched that year. Two of them were me and Phoebe Sawyer. The moment I saw her picture, I thought she looked like you. But we haven’t done a DNA test, so I can’t be sure it’s her."

Rhea Dempsey’s voice was choked with emotion. "No wonder she looked so familiar to me."

"Phoebe Sawyer isn’t in the country, though." Renee Jennings squeezed her mother’s hand and smiled. "But from what I can see in her file, she’s doing very well for herself abroad, so you can rest easy."

"Can I see it?" Rhea Dempsey asked in a low voice.

"Of course." Renee Jennings scrolled to Phoebe Sawyer’s profile, then stroked her mother’s hair and stood up. "Take your time. I’ll go make lunch."

Rhea Dempsey clutched the phone, her gaze fixed on Renee Jennings’s slender departing figure.

’I was so worried she wouldn’t be able to accept all this,’ she thought. ’But she’s so calm and collected, and she’s even helping me look for my biological daughter...’

As if sensing Rhea Dempsey’s gaze, Renee Jennings turned back and raised an eyebrow at her. "Why are you looking at me like that? Don’t let your mind run wild. Your happiness is what’s most important."

"Okay." Rhea Dempsey nodded emphatically. "I won’t."

Only then did Renee Jennings continue toward the kitchen.

**

The Morgan Residence.

Zachary Morgan and Aria Sinclair returned home, each lost in their own thoughts as they sat on the sofa.

They never imagined that Renee Jennings had died in a car accident. They hadn’t even had the chance to meet their biological daughter...

Although the couple had no intention of formally acknowledging Renee Jennings, she was their biological daughter, after all. It would be a lie to say they weren’t sad.

"Sir, Madam, lunch is ready," the butler announced, stepping forward.

Aria Sinclair pressed a hand to her forehead and shook her head weakly. "I’m not eating. I don’t feel well. I’m going upstairs to rest."

Hearing this, the butler turned to Zachary Morgan. "Sir..."

"I’m not eating either." Zachary Morgan raised a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Clear it away."

With that, he and Aria Sinclair stood up and left, one after the other.

At dinner, Aria Sinclair had little appetite. After a few bites, she put down her chopsticks. "You two take your time."

Seeing this, Zachary Morgan also put down his chopsticks, heaved a heavy sigh, and left the table.

Yvonne Morgan noticed her parents’ strange moods and looked at Vincent Morgan with concern. "Brother, Mom and Dad don’t seem to be in good spirits. Did something happen?"

Vincent Morgan had noticed as well. He frowned. "I’m not sure. I’ll ask them later. Don’t worry about it. Just eat more. You’ve gotten so thin."

He placed a piece of meat in her bowl.

A smile instantly blossomed on Yvonne Morgan’s perfectly made-up face. "Thank you, Brother. You’re so good to me."

"Silly girl," Vincent Morgan chuckled. "Putting a piece of meat in your bowl is all it takes to be good to you?"

"Of course!" Yvonne Morgan said, looking at him with smiling eyes. "Just eating a meal with you is a blessing, Brother. When you put food in my bowl for me, that’s supreme bliss!"

The smile on Vincent Morgan’s face grew wider. "You and your sweet words. You’ve been like this since we were kids."

"It’s not sweet-talking," Yvonne Morgan protested playfully. "It’s because you’re so good to me, Brother!"

"Any more praise and your brother’s head is going to swell," Vincent Morgan said with fond exasperation, urging her, "Hurry up and eat."

After dinner, Vincent Morgan went to the study on the second floor.

He raised his hand and knocked. Only after hearing a response from within did he gently turn the handle and enter.

A translucent lampshade cast a warm, orange glow. Zachary Morgan stood before the window, his back to the door, his silhouette radiating a certain desolation.

"Dad." Vincent Morgan came up behind him and asked softly, "What’s wrong with you and Mom today? The butler said you didn’t eat lunch either."

"We went to Blissborne Garden today," Zachary Morgan said, his back still to Vincent, his eyes on the crescent moon in the sky.

Vincent Morgan frowned slightly. "It didn’t go well?"

"There was no discussion." Zachary Morgan pulled his gaze from the window and closed his eyes. "We didn’t get to see Renee Jennings."

"She refused to see you?" Vincent Morgan’s voice was filled with confusion.

Zachary Morgan sighed, his voice trembling slightly. "She’s... she’s gone."

Vincent Morgan was taken aback. "She left Zenvia?"

Zachary Morgan turned to face him, his expression complex. "She was in a car accident. She passed away."