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    The three of them had spent the entire time waiting at home, nerves stretched thin, too afraid to even make a call to ask about the oue. They were on edge, so restless it was impossible to stay seated for long.


    “We’ll only know the result tomorrow,” Florrie answered quietly.


    Amaya nodded, knowing that DNA tests always took time, and that fretting wouldn’t change anything. Even so, it seemed clear that none of them would be getting much sleep tonight.


    “I wonder what the result will be,” Amaya murmured, her brows knitting together in worry.


    “Mom.” Ophelia stepped closer, gently taking Amaya’s arm as she looked at them with soft assurance. “Don’t worry. I have a feeling she’s my cousin.”


    Deep down, Ophelia had this unshakable sense that they’d finally found the right person. From the very first moment she met Christina, she’d felt a strange and familiar warmth between them.


    “I hope so,” Amaya whispered under her breath.


    The next day, Amaya nced at her family, each of them looking utterly spent, their fatigue showing in the way they kept yawning one after another. No sooner had one finished than another began, creating what felt like a quiet chorus of yawns filling the room.


    It was exactly as she had predicted—the night had been far too tense and thrilling for anyone to truly rest.


    Every mind had been consumed by thoughts of the DNA result, leaving no room for calm or sleep. The harder they tried to rx, the more wakeful they became, their thoughts chasing themselves in endless circles.


    It wasn’t until the first light of dawn crept through the windows that exhaustion finally imed them, allowing only a few short hours of sleep.


    They had all woken early, too afraid to miss the moment they would finally learn the truth.


    This time, they decided to go to the forensic center together, wanting to see the test results with their own eyes.


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    In Lionesspaw, Hurley and his three sons had cleared their entire schedules for the day, anxiously waiting for the results as well.


    They remained in the living room as evening crept in, unable to focus on anything else. Their nerves refused to settle; they couldn’t sit still for more than a few minutes before pacing again.


    Hurley shot Bain an irritated look and groaned, “Can you stop pacing in front of me? You’re giving me a headache—and making me even more anxious.”


    “Dad! It’s not like I want to!” Bain protested helplessly. “I just can’t seem to stop myself.”


    Seeing his usuallyposed son reduced to such restlessness, Hurley’s irritation eased a little, and he forced himself to stay calm.


    Even the meticulous Jordy looked nothing like his usual self—his hair was a mess, and the top buttons of his crisp white shirt hung undone.


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