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After their marathon conversation, after she had acknowledged them as her father and brother with such warmth, was she truly still questioning their blood connection? If doubt lingered in her mind, why had she unveiled so many intimate secrets to them? With her sharp intellect, she wouldn’tmit the folly of simultaneously doubting andying bare her secrets.
Arthur’s and Milton’s confused expressions drew a gentle smile from Elliana. She understood their bewilderment perfectly. “Though my heart tells me with unwavering certainty that I am rted to you two by blood, I still crave a DNA test. Official confirmation through scientific proof would serve as our final seal, transforming this moment into something sacred and ceremonial.”
Television reunions had taught her this truth—families separated by cruel years often sought DNA validation to achieveplete closure, allowing every wounded heart to finally rest in peace.
Milton’s face brightened as understanding dawned. His sister’s wisdom impressed him deeply, and he threw hisplete support behind her decision. “Elliana is right. We absolutely should pursue this test. I’ll summon our medical team immediately.”
The Campbell family maintained their own elite medical team. A simple DNA test required nothing more than their private physicians drawing blood and analyzing it within their secured walls, eliminating any need for hospital visits. Arthur shook himself from his stunned silence, his features melting into a radiant smile. “Elliana, your thoughtfulness astounds me. We’ll proceed exactly as you’ve suggested!”
Milton reached for his phone and contacted their medical team without dy. Within the hour, one of the Campbell family’s trusted doctors arrived, ascending via private elevator straight to the fourth floor to collect blood samples from the reunited family.
Meanwhile, Eva remained trapped on the first-floor living room couch, drowning in darkness and consumed by ravenous curiosity.
Arthur had vanished upstairs for the entire day, denying her any glimpse of him or knowledge of his mysterious activities. She burned to question someone, anyone, but every bodyguard and servant popting Harmony Estate responded to Arthur’s orders, their lips sealed against her desperate inquiries.
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Arthur’s words that day haunted her mind. Indeed, she had manipted Paul to secure her position beside Arthur, yet her existence had be a suffocating void of daily anguish. Arthur’s magnificent mansion had transformed into nothing more than an elegant prison cell. Locked within this gilded cage, she possessed no sense of belonging, yet escape remained impossible.
His revenge transcended physical punishment, cutting straight to her emotional core. She had banished the woman he treasured above all others, and he had retaliated by drowning her in soul-crushing istion.
Despite being surrounded by countless people within the mansion’s walls, not a single soul would acknowledge her presence, leaving her drowning in devastating loneliness. This crushing solitude had driven her to adopt Wanda all those years ago. Without nurturing a child, she would have withered awaypletely in this barren home.
Arthur’s treatment burned her with ice-cold cruelty, yet she couldn’t sever her desperate attachment to him. Even after all these torturous years, she still ached for him, clinging to the foolish hope that he might someday recognize her devotion and surrender his heart to her.
Today, she’d been perched on the couch, her mind spinning wild theories about his upstairs activities until Milton’s return interrupted her spiraling thoughts.
The approaching car’s rumble had sent her leaping to her feet with pathetic excitement, her face pressed against the living room’s towering floor-to-ceiling windows.
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