"Mr. Tony? Mr. Tony?" Dania’s voice was soft, testing. When she got no response, she smiled faintly—he was completely unconscious. "Click. Click." Several photos were taken in quick succession—each one at a suggestive angle. She checked the images with satisfaction: Tony, half-dressed and sprawled across the bed, while she leaned close, her expression just the right mix of intimacy and vulnerability. Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains when Tony woke with a pounding headache. He groaned, pressing his hand to his temple—then froze. Someone was lying beside him. He shot upright and stumbled out of bed. A quick glance down told him he was wearing nothing but boxers. Grabbing his shirt off the floor, he pulled it on hastily, his face darkening. Dania stirred at the noise. With deliberate calm, she sat up and smiled faintly. "Mr. Tony…" "What are you doing here?" His voice was cold enough to frost the air. Blinking innocently, she said, "I came to deliver an urgent document last night, but you were already drunk… you wouldn’t let me leave." She slipped out of bed and began dressing, every movement smooth, deliberate. Once dressed, she turned back with a soft, practiced smile. "Don’t worry, I won’t tell Mrs. Beth. I won’t interfere in your marriage. Let’s just pretend nothing happened." Tony’s frown deepened. His memory of the previous night was sharp—two glasses of whiskey, nothing more. How could I have passed out like that? "Get out," he said coldly. "And if this gets out, you know the consequences." Dania lowered her head and hurried toward the door, but just as it closed behind her, a victorious smirk curved her lips. Tony raked a hand through his hair, grabbed his phone off the nightstand, and saw a new message: "Mr. Tony, the original paternity report has been destroyed as per your instruction. — Grayson." His mind was spinning—chaotic, fevered, unable to focus on anything else. Meanwhile, back in Mirevia, Beth had waited all night for Tony’s call, but her phone remained silent. She was just about to dial his number when a knock sounded on her door. "Are you awake?"The moment she heard Sloane’s voice, she set the phone down and hurried to open the door. Sloane stood there, looking slightly uneasy. After the test result, she didn’t quite know how to face Beth anymore. "We’re planning to head back home," she said quietly. "So soon?" Beth’s voice trembled, her eyes turning red almost instantly. "You’re not staying a few more days?" Sloane pressed her lips together. "There are still things I need to handle back home." With the paternity report settled, there was no reason for her and Lucas to keep living under the Oliver family’s roof. "When’s your flight?" Beth asked softly. Even with the truth laid bare, something inside her couldn’t let go. "Three in the afternoon." Sloane forced a small smile. At breakfast, the air felt heavy. Even Shawn, usually carefree, couldn’t bring himself to speak. Then Kaizen’s phone rang. He answered, listened for a few seconds, and his expression grew grim. "Understood." When he hung up, he turned to Sloane. "Dr. Rivers, may I have a word with you in private?" Sloane frowned slightly but nodded, standing up to follow him out. Lucas watched them leave, a flicker of unease tightening his brow.