Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 295: Daughter, You Finally Came Back

Chapter 295: Chapter 295: Daughter, You Finally Came Back

Juliana Jacobs noticed that Elias Langley didn’t drive her usual Hongqi.

He didn’t even leave through the main entrance of the office building.

The two of them drove a regular SUV from the underground garage, passing through a long stretch of underground tunnel before reaching the surface.

After that, the car headed towards the suburbs, eventually stopping at a private sanatorium.

"Let go of me, go by yourself!" said Juliana.

However, Elias Langley was gripping her wrist, not only refusing to let go but also maintaining his steady pace.

"In those days, Mr. Sinclair, to protect his daughter, placed important design data of the ’Spirit Chip’ on her. After she disappeared, he fell into despair and illness, never touching his research again. Over the years, he has been bedridden, and now he is often critically ill."

At this point, Elias Langley’s voice became more severe.

"I want you to see with your own eyes whether all parents in the world can so easily abandon their children as you think."

The information hit Juliana like a bolt out of the blue, leaving her in shock and at a loss for words.

Passing through several layers of security, their footsteps finally stopped outside a quiet hospital room.

At that moment, the door opened from inside, and a man came out. Upon seeing Elias, he nodded quickly in greeting.

Elias Langley turned to Juliana with a deep gaze, "Dare to go in?"

Juliana exchanged a glance with him and stepped inside.

Elias Langley did not follow but rather closed the door for them.

The room was softly lit, and a bouquet of lilies on the windowsill masked the scent of medicine in the room.

On the hospital bed lay a man with a delicate and thin face. Despite his sickly appearance, he still exuded a refined elegance from the past.

He looked far thinner than in Juliana’s memory, and his aging appearance was startling.

A surge of indescribable bitterness rose in her heart, and Juliana unconsciously lightened her footsteps.

She approached the bed, intending to call out "Mr. Sinclair," but those words stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

Almost at the same moment she stood there in a daze, Sebastian Sinclair, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

Time seemed to freeze for about five or six seconds.

His eyes, which once showed little vitality, suddenly lit up with fervor upon seeing who was standing by the bedside, a ripple of unconcealed excitement spreading across his gaze.

Even more unbelievable was that this man, soon to receive another critical condition notice, sat up on his own without any assistance.

"You... you should lie down," Juliana said, fearing for his health, and quickly bent down to help him back to bed, but Sebastian grasped her hand.

"Daughter..." His voice trembled slightly, "You’ve finally come back... Have you suffered outside all these years?"

Juliana was frozen by his words.

She had expected Sebastian’s reaction to be similar to Mrs. Sinclair’s—unsurely saying she looked like their daughter, then asking some basic questions and checking into it, and in the end, finding nothing.

She never imagined he would so unwaveringly confirm her identity.

Without conducting a DNA test, without interrogating past details, based solely on deep fatherly love, he identified her as his daughter.

A wave of complex emotions surged up, blurring Juliana’s vision in an instant.

The grievances she had quietly endured for so many years, the loneliness of battling alone, and the disappointment with the entire world seemed to break free at this moment.

Juliana wanted to speak, but tears came first.

"Don’t cry, don’t cry. Sit down and tell Dad slowly what hardships you’ve gone through."

Juliana struggled to suppress the urge to cry, shaking her head, "I’m not... I’m not..."

Seeing her deny her identity, Sebastian smiled, full of warmth.

He held her hand while gently wiping the tears from her cheek.

"Tell Daddy, what is your name now?"

"Juliana," she answered softly.

"How did that come about?"

Juliana held back the remaining tears.

"When I was sent to the Arlan Children’s Home, the aunt who received me had the surname Jacobs, so I took her surname, and the name ’Juliana’ was randomly chosen from a dictionary."

"Arlan Children’s Home?" Sebastian furrowed his brow immediately, "After you disappeared, Elias searched through nearby orphanages and couldn’t find you."

Juliana sniffled, "I had a head injury and was unconscious in the hospital for seven or eight months. I was only sent there after waking up."

So that was it.

At that time, she was in a coma, and the hospital’s record system was not well-established, leading to a crucial gap when Elias later investigated the patients rescued on the day of the incident.

She disappeared at twelve, so they naturally assumed that even if she had survived, she would have been sent to an orphanage or adopted at twelve. Who could have predicted that she remained in a coma for seven or eight months due to severe injuries and wasn’t placed in an orphanage until she was thirteen?

This series of twists and turns seemed like the script of fate that had forcibly kept them apart for so many years.

Looking at his long-lost daughter, Sebastian’s lips curled into a bittersweet smile.

"It’s all my fault... I was so engrossed in my research, too confident, thinking I could control everything."

Immersed in his memories, his pain grew deeper.

"At that time, upon discovering a mole within the research center, I backed up the core data of the ’Spirit Chip’ onto a USB drive and permanently destroyed the original files. It was a critical situation then; some wanted me dead, while others were determined to keep me alive at all costs, and no one paid attention to my daughter. So I entrusted the USB drive to you..."

"As long as you were there, the USB was safe. If you were gone, no one could get it... Given the urgency, we couldn’t determine whether the opposition would continue chasing my special vehicle or had already pinpointed my location. So when Elias proposed you temporarily taking my vehicle, separating for our escape, I... I didn’t strongly oppose."

With these words, this middle-aged man, tormented by illness and full of white hair, started to tremble slightly.

"It was my fault... I was the one who pushed you into danger. Even though you’ve returned now, I can never forgive myself... Daughter, since you’re alive, why didn’t you come back to claim what’s owed to you? Daddy is willing to let you scold..."

Juliana listened quietly.

It was only at this moment that she realized her father had never given up on her.

The decision from those days was a gamble, not an act of cold abandonment.

The resentment she harbored for years of being used as a "shield" began to crumble through her father’s repeated, heartfelt apologies.

"It’s only in the past one or two months that I’ve started to remember things from before. Your adopted daughter constantly made things difficult for me over the marriage arrangement between the Sinclair Family and Elias Langley. They’ve already replaced me, and I didn’t have the courage to disturb your current happy life. Besides... I don’t remember where the USB drive is."

Having struggled alone in the depths of conspiracy and betrayal for many years, Juliana was already covered in scars, afraid to trust anyone again, and subtly steered the conversation toward the USB drive.

Upon hearing this, Sebastian scrutinized her face carefully.

"Can’t you remember... Is it because the head injury hasn’t fully healed?"

"It’s not the injury," Juliana lowered her eyes, "Many things require seeing specific scenes to gradually recall. Some days ago, I was attacked by Isabelle Sinclair, and my vision in the left eye is still affected... Don’t you care about the whereabouts of the USB drive?"

Sebastian held her hand, a look of relief spreading across his face.

"If it’s lost, so be it. I’ve also ’forgotten’ about it. Your safe return to Daddy’s side means more than anything else."

This unwavering response began to melt the icy barrier that Juliana had built in her heart.

"I’ve been keeping my memory recovery a secret from Elias Langley because there’s something wrong with him. I don’t trust him."