I am not their daughter

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Madam Eliza entered her husband's study room. In the room, Mr. Matthew was lying on a sofa bed, taking a break from work. Seeing this, Madam Eliza walked towards him, not making a sound. Don't disturb someone who is sleeping. It might not end well.

Reaching his side, "What is it, my honey?"

"Oh you are not asleep? It's nothing, go back to sleep. I'll tell you when you wake up later." Madam Eliza replied.

Mr. Matthew already sitting up, so she has to tell him now.

"Your son might have done something to that poor girl. Give him some advice will you?" said the wife in resigned.

Mr. Matthew's face turned sour for a moment but Madam Eliza already seen it.

"What's wrong?" prompted his wife.

"That girl, Irene. Don't you think she's a bit familiar?"

Madam Eliza just shake her hand meaning it doesn't rang a bell.

"That hair, that eyes, that face. It is all familiar to me. That girl is someone I know. But who?"

Mr.Matthew can't shake the feeling of knowing Irene. He just couldn't figure out who and when. Watching her husband in deep thinking, Madam Eliza try her best to remember too.

'Ash-blonde hair? Moss-green eyes? Petite?'

Suddenly she gasped.

"No… that can't be right..t-that.. but she's dead…."

Mr.Matthew looked at his wife, nodding.

"She supposed to be but here she is, being with our son once again,"

"B-but..That's impossible!" exclaimed Madam Eliza.

"Well, we just need to figure out who she really is, and if she really is that girl, we need to find out how"

Madam Eliza nodded her head, agreeing with her husband. 'If Irene is that girl, how could she survive the fire? Why doesn't she recognized us? Why does she looked like a beggar? How did she escape? What happened to her other family members?'

So many unanswered questions flooded one by one in the couple's mind. They have to find out about Irene's as fast as they could. What if her family still alive? What if she managed to survive with others?

Not wanting to delay any second, Mr.Matthew asked for one of his butlers to look for Irene. They wanted answers now. This girl has it.

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Three days have passed and there still no sight of Irene. Mr.Matthew searched high and low in the town but he just couldn't find her.

"I don't think she lives in the town, sir."

"We followed her once, she walked into the woods, so we decided to stop"

"No one knows where she lives, Mr.Matthew"

Sighing, Mr.Matthew felt hopeless after listening to the town folk. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of a red cardigan with ash-blonde hair. He ran towards it, not wanting her left his line of sight. But to his avail, he failed.

'Now what should I do? If we are being avoided, then I guess it will be better if we stop…'

A hand suddenly grabbed Mr.Matthew's shoulder. He turned around, surprised seeing Irene standing behind him.

"Y-you.."

"Why are you looking for me, Mr.Matthew?"

Mr.Matthew recovered from the shock and started to explain himself, watching Irene's expression as he did. But they did not change. It still the curious look.

"So, as I was saying, I think I know you as a child. You might be the daughter of Rudy and Veronica"

Irene gave him a blank look.

"I'm sorry but that is just not possible. I know about Master Rudy and Madam Veronica though, but I'm not their daughter. I'm just a humble maid working with Madam Angelina"

Hearing this, Mr.Matthew felt shocked. 'She's not? Angelina? Isn't she the second wife? Hmm'. His questions has been answered but he did not felt satisfied.

"Oh but I did survive a fire when I was 12,"