Eight hours—it was all it took for the results to be ready. Seraphina didn't go anywhere. She sat quietly on the bench in the corridor, waiting in silence. The passing nurses and staff couldn't help but glance her way. It wasn't her beauty that drew attention, but the oppressive, silent aura she exuded. One of the nurses who had assisted Seraphina earlier returned from the cafeteria and, seeing her still sitting there, couldn't resist saying, "Young lady, the test results will take another five hours. You could go out and relax for a bit before coming back. Waiting here must be boring." "Thank you. I'll keep that in mind," Seraphina replied with a faint smile but made no move to leave. Seeing her unyielding determination, the nurse stopped trying to persuade her and left with a colleague. "I've never seen a girl come alone to get a paternity test done before," the new nurse whispered. "You'll get used to it," the seasoned nurse replied in a low voice. "The longer you work here, the stranger people and stranger stories you'll encounter." "She looks like she already knows the truth and is just waiting for the final blow," the new nurse speculated quietly. The older nurse shook her head. "Not necessarily. Three years ago, I saw a boy, barely eighteen or nineteen, come in for a paternity test by himself. He thought his parents must've adopted him because they favored his younger sister so much. Turns out he was their biological son. When he saw the results, he kept insisting we made a mistake." The older nurse chuckled as she recounted the memory, her expression a mix of amusement and disbelief. Seraphina ignored the murmurs and curious stares around her. Whether people were intrigued, judgmental, or disapproving, she didn't care. All she wanted was to see the results as soon as they were available. Time crawled. What seemed like fleeting moments for others dragged on endlessly for her. When the window finally opened, Seraphina was already standing at the counter before the nurse could even call her name. The nurse looked surprised but quickly composed herself. "Your test results are ready." She handed Seraphina two slim sheets of paper. It looked like she wanted to say something but ultimately chose not to. Seraphina took the papers but didn't immediately look at them as the staff had expected. Instead, she returned to her seat, gripping the thin sheets tightly as if they weighed a thousand pounds. Lowering her gaze, she scanned the document from top to bottom until her eyes landed on the conclusion: Probability of biological relationship: 0.00988864735 Her expression remained calm as she flipped to the second page. This time, her eyes went straight to the summary at the bottom: Probability of biological relationship: 0.01178399 She stared at the numbers, unblinking, her entire being frozen in place as if time itself had stopped. A minute passed... Then two... Then eight... Finally, her rigid posture loosened, and she moved. A faint smile appeared on her stunning face, but it carried no warmth. It was a soundless smile—bitter, mocking, sorrowful, cold, and resentful—all at once. The smile gradually thinned into a razor-sharp line, transforming into a chilling smirk. They had deceived her so thoroughly, so cruelly. No wonder nothing she did to please them had ever mattered. No wonder her careful efforts to cater to their every whim had been met with indifference. It was all because she wasn't their daughter. No wonder they had been so ruthless, pushing her into Myles' arms. To them, she was nothing but a money-making tool they had groomed. The Whitewood family—what a marvel they were.