Lucas watched her in pain. He gently pried open her trembling fingers and slipped his hand into hers, stopping her from hurting herself. Sloane lifted her eyes to him, and the quiet despair swimming in them made his heart twist. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close, his hand stroking her back in silent comfort. Shawn stood frozen, disbelief written all over his face. He kept mumbling, "That can’t be right… there has to be a mistake…" Beth slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with confusion and loss. She turned toward Dr. Grayson, her voice shaking. "Could there be an error? Can we test again?" Dr. Grayson’s face was solemn as he shook his head. "This result has already been verified multiple times." Sloane sniffed softly and forced a faint, bitter smile. "Let’s just leave it at that." Beth walked out of the hospital with slow, unsteady steps. The sunlight hit her pale face, glaringly bright. Shawn supported her by the arm, glancing anxiously at Sloane, who followed behind in silence.He had been so sure Sloane was his cousin—but the results said otherwise. Lucas wrapped an arm around Sloane’s shoulders. "Let’s go home," he murmured. After they left, Dr. Grayson returned to his office and locked the door. From the drawer, he took out another report—the real one. Bold letters at the bottom read: Paternity confirmed: 99.9%. He picked up the phone and dialed Tony’s number. "Mr. Tony, I gave them the report you told me to," Grayson said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "But about the real results—" Noise buzzed on the other end; Tony sounded as though he were in the middle of an urgent situation. "I know. We’ll talk about it later." He shouted an order to someone nearby, then spoke quickly into the phone again. "Keep the original safe. I’ll handle it when I’m back." "But Mr. Tony—" Grayson started, but the line went dead. He stared at the paper in his hand, then thought of the devastated look on Beth’s face as she left. He couldn’t understand why Tony had done this.Outside, behind one of the hospital’s marble pillars, a man wearing a mask and sunglasses stepped out of the shadows. He watched Beth’s car disappear into the distance, then made a call. "Hey, Dania," he said quietly. "Your plan went perfectly." At that moment, Dania stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of her suite in the Farocia Hotel, wrapped in a silk slip dress that shimmered under the light. The faint outline of her body traced beneath the thin fabric. She picked up a bottle of perfume and spritzed it along her neck. The rich scent of roses filled the air. "Perfect," she murmured at her reflection, a seductive smile curving her lips. Then she switched her phone to silent. In the hallway, she heard the sound of footsteps. Tony, half-drunk and unsteady, was being helped along by his secretary. Dania’s heels clicked sharply on the marble floor as she walked toward them. "I’ll take care of him," she said smoothly, giving the secretary a meaningful look. The man hesitated for a moment, then nodded and handed Tony over. "Of course, Ms. Dania." On his way out, he even helpfully swiped Tony’s keycard to unlock the room. Dania guided Tony to the bed. The man’s weight collapsed onto the mattress with a heavy thud. Her lips curved into a triumphant smile as she pulled out her phone—and switched it to camera mode.