Gerard cleared his throat, catching her attention. "The hospital Adaline's at? It's under my name. Here," he said, offering a document to her, “Adaline's medical file. Take a peek?"

As she flipped through the pages, Lilah's eyes widened in shock.

Adaline did experience a miscarriage, but not from the fall. Pills designed to induce it were the real culprits.

This whole thing had been a trap, meticulously designed with Lilah as the unsuspecting prey. Adaline's actions seemed cold, calculated even.

The outcome? Adaline could never have children of her own. The weight of that realization surely haunted Adaline.

Yet, as Lilah absorbed this information, an unexpected detail gave her pause: Adaline's blood type was B?

That didn't seem right. A childhood memory surfaced, a simple day when she, Matthew, and Helga had visited the hospital. The report had clearly read type A for both. The science was clear: two type A parents could only have type A or 0 children. B was out of the equation.

A whirlwind of memories engulfed her. As kids, Lilah adored her younger sister, who was every bit as endearing as a porcelain doll.

They were inseparable. That was until a harrowing day when they went out to buy snacks-in a mere moment of distraction, her sister disappeared.

Lilah had been drowned in guilt and sorrow since then. It took three agonizing years before they found her sister again. Or at least, they thought they had. The girl they found bore little resemblance to the cherubic sister Lilah remembered. Helga had explained the stark change in demeanor and appearance; trauma from being held captive by human traffickers. Overwhelmed with sympathy, Lilah had accepted that explanation and showered Adaline with love and care. The two tried to rebuild their bond, but as the years went by, Adaline's behavior grew increasingly odd, with her motives becoming more sinister.

Lilah had attributed this to the traumatic past, but now, a harrowing thought plagued her: What if Adaline wasn't her sister at all?

The blood type discrepancy only added to her suspicions. Could Helga have made an error? Unlikely. Helga would've surely conducted a paternity test before bringing Adaline home. The web of doubts thickened, and Lilah knew she needed answers.

Seeing her lost in thought, Gerard gently probed, “Everything alright, Lilah?"

She hesitated before replying, “I'm starting to think Adaline might not be my real sister."

Gerard didn't seem surprised. He looked at Lilah thoughtfully.

"You're so different from Adaline, you know? Kindness shines in you."

Lilah's cheeks tinged with pink. "Thanks. My sister used to be the sweetest thing. Adaline's actions were totally despicable.”

Gerard furrowed his brow. "So, who is she now?"

“I suspect Helga knows more than she lets on; she brought Adaline back, after all. I'm going to find a way to get to the bottom of this," Lilah declared.

“Later, okay? For now, let's eat," Gerard interrupted, placing some grilled pork in Lilah's bowl.

Switching gears, Lilah wrapped the pork in lettuce, adding garlic, and handed it to Gerard. "For you."

The warmth in Gerard's eyes was palpable. "Thank you," he replied, taking a bite.

Beside them, Jerrold's eyes gleamed with anticipation. Lilah found him adorable and quickly readied another morsel for him.

“Thanks, Mommy!" Jerrold's cheeks bulged, reminiscent of a happy little hamster, prompting Lilah to playfully tousle his hair.