Chapter: 1315

Caylee let out a snort. "Miss Wilson, please don't think ill of me. My distaste is for the Wilson family, not you. If you are indeed Bernice's daughter, you will certainly have my respect.”

For Caylee, it was the first time she had heard news from Bernice since her departure.

She was saddened by the fact that the once vibrant and cheerful Bernice was no longer alive.

Due to Bernice's untimely death, verifying whether Norah was her daughter became complicated.

"That's good."

Norah took a pair of scissors, snipped a strand of her hair, and handed it to Caylee.

"Thank you, Caylee."

Caylee carefully stored the hair. Thoughts of Bernice stirred a surge of anger within her. She turned sharply and exited with a frosty demeanor.

Gilda was visibly upset. "Miss, she's merely a housekeeper. How can she treat you in such a manner? Doesn't it anger you?"

Norah shook her head gently. “Gilda, it's crucial to see beyond the apparent goodwill or malice. While Caylee might appear hostile, I can sense her deep affection for my mother."

Norah considered pressing Caylee for more information, but realized that without the DNA test results, Caylee was unlikely to reveal anything. She decided against it.

When the results were out, she would finally have the chance to ask Caylee everything she wanted to know.

"Okay, miss. We will wait for the results."

The Frazier family showed their concern for Norah by sending over a housekeeper.

In the room, Caylee reached out to the head of the Frazier family.

"Sir, I just met Miss Wilson. She's the spitting image of Bernice. Both have had their share of suffering. Bernice even passed away so young." Her voice trembled as she continued, "I had planned to bring Bernice home this time."

A long silence followed on the other end of the line, then a deep sigh filled the pause.

“When the test results are in, I'll make time to come over and visit Bernice's grave... Caylee, keep a close watch on the test and its outcome. Don't let any mistakes happen."

"Don't worry, sir. I will. Regarding your father's health..."

"The doctor says he has about six months left. We need to act fast."

Caylee tightened her grip on the phone. "Understood."

She had begun working for the Frazier family as a housekeeper when Huntley Frazier and Bernice were mere children.

Their father was now in the ICU, dying, tethered to a myriad of tubes.

It seemed he was aware of his impending end. Whenever lucid, he expressed a desire to see his long-lost daughter.