Rich Girl Threw Money at a Black Waitress — Never Expected She Was Actually Her Long-Lost Sister
Chapter 2
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"25 years... You two decided everything. And nobody asked me.""Naomi.""I didn't know. I swear to you.""I believe you. It doesn't help.""Her bills... I saw the fundraiser. At least let me—""You looked us up.""I had to find her.""Then you found her. Don't make tonight about money. I don't know you. I have to go back in there and not yell at a sick woman. So please, go home.""He's gone?""I asked him to go. Were you ever going to tell me?""When you were old enough. Then when you finished school. Then when I got better.""You didn't get better. That's not an answer, Mom.""I kept waiting for a good day to ruin your life. There never was one.""Why did you leave him?""I was 22. I got scared.""Of what?""Everything.""What was he like? Back then.""He burned everything.""You didn't have to wait.""We always wait. Kennedy tells me you were at a diner today. It's on the internet, apparently.""Kennedy was cruel to a waitress. I made her apologize.""Tell her where you went after. Go on. You told me to tell her the truth.""Kennedy.""He went to St. Agnes to see the waitress's mother. The waitress is his daughter.""Marcus?""I found out tonight. I was going to tell you.""Tell me what, exactly?""Before Danielle, there was a woman. We cooked together. She left, and I never knew why. Her name is Loretta Carter.""And this Loretta, she's ill?""Very. With bills.""She refused my money. So did her daughter. Today.""Then a test won't offend anyone. Meridian does our executive physicals. Dr. Price is discreet.""Fine. A test.""And if it's true?""If she's my daughter, she will be treated like my daughter.""You've known her for one day.""Kennedy!""I'm not hungry.""Mrs. Hale, it's almost 10:00.""Meridian Diagnostics. I need the name of whoever signs off on paternity results.""Tonight?""Tonight.""My mother wants a DNA test.""Your mother?""I want one, too. So nobody can ever say your mother lied.""I've spent 25 years not knowing who he was. I'll do it for me, not for your family.""Thank you.""And I'll be in the room when it's opened.""Mrs. Hale.""Dr. Price.""Mother, you didn't have to come.""Of course I did. You must be Naomi.""Yes, ma'am.""Did you go to college, Naomi?""Two years of community college. Then my mom got sick.""I'm sorry. What does she have?""Her heart... and the hospital bills.""Who handles those?""I do.""On a waitress salary?""On a shift manager salary... and tips.""It must be hard wanting something this much.""I don't want anything, Mrs. Hale. I want to be back by 2:00. I have a lunch shift.""Naomi, I'm sorry about my mother.""You didn't say anything. If that paper says no, you don't come near my mother again.""All right.""Both samples were verified on collection. Chain of custody is documented. The alleged father is excluded. There is no biological relationship.""That's not possible.""It's a very good lab, dear.""My mother said—""I know. I don't blame you. You believed her. That's what daughters do.""Don't talk about my mother!""I haven't said a word about her.""Mr. Hale, I never asked you for anything."