Tears streamed down, blurring Valentine Teller's vision.
She couldn't see anything, only heard the man say, "Yes, it's possible, but not a hundred percent."
The man looked at Valentine Teller, a cold smile played on his lips.
Her existence must have its value, but whether she holds value or not, it's still too early to say.
"Yes, yes, I know, we need a DNA test." Valentine Teller wiped her tears, curled up in a seat by the door.
Even if it was just a glimmer of hope, she was beyond happy.
Her family, what a beautiful word, so warm.
Not just her heart, but her longing for familial ties.
The car quickly stopped in front of an institution specializing in DNA testing to determine parentage. The man took Valentine Teller inside and had blood drawn.
"How do you know there's a possibility it's me?"
Although the report would take a few days, she wanted to know how likely it was right then.
"No comment." The man smiled, didn't answer.
