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    Katelyn’s gaze was icy, her voice tinged with scorn, sending a shiver through both the old woman and the middle-aged man.


    Panic flickered across their faces.


    The old woman, dabbing at her tears once more, sighed deeply. “Mia, I get why you’re resisting. You have no desire to return to our vige,” she began.


    Katelyn cut her off sharply. “Enough with the performance.”


    Katelyn watched the old woman’s skilled tearful act, initially swaying her belief.


    Their stories seemed rational, yet they were riddled with inconsistencies.


    She looked at them steadily, speaking deliberately.


    “So, my mother secretly moved me into Mrs. Bailey’s room? Evading all the other nurses and even cameras couldn’t have been simple.”


    Katelyn continued evenly, “And if my mother had just given birth, how was she physically capable of orchestrating such a scheme? If I had actually been born earlier, wouldn’t the hospital or the Baileys have noticed I wasn’t their newborn child?”


    She added, “Moreover, few know where I now live, yet you found me effortlessly. Knowing about my birthmark and mole doesn’t prove anything significant. You might as well have asked Lise.”


    Mentioning Lise was strategic, aiming to gauge their reaction.


    As expected, the middle-aged man appeared increasingly nervous, ncing away and subtly reaching for the old woman. Katelyn caught the slight gesture, and her suspicion that Lise was orchestrating this deepened.


    Her eyes conveyed deep disdain. Without fully distancing herself from Lise, peace seemed unattainable. It was clear Lise intended to unsettle her using supposed family ties.


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    The old woman, energized by desperation, eximed, “You refuse to return with us! We’ve searched for you for years, yet you disappoint us! If you doubt us, let’s verify it with a paternity test.”


    She advanced suddenly, grasping Katelyn’s hand as though to drag her to the hospital for the test.


    Katelyn immediately stepped back, avoiding the old woman, her expression growing even icier.


    “Don’t touch me. I don’t know you. I may have to call the police,” she warned.


    The old woman’s tears vanished, reced by a fierce scowl as she clenched her teeth.


    “So, you want proof? Is a paternity test what you’re after?”


    Katelyn narrowed her eyes, skeptical.


    Their evident guilt when she confronted them made it clear they were definitely lying, but now they were relentlessly pushing for a paternity test.


    Perhaps they had already manipted the hospital records. Even if Katelyn wasn’t actually rted to them, the fabricated test results could bind her to them.


    Katelyn’s gaze was scornful.


    “Seek me out for a paternity test once you’ve refined your deception. Continue this harassment, and I’ll involve the police.”


    She then shut the door sharply, cutting off any further dialogue.


    Exchanging nces of frustration, the middle-aged man and the old woman knew that Katelyn’s wealth as a renowned designer named Iris could solve all their financial worries if they maintained their connection to her.


    Missing such an opportunity was unthinkable to them. Quickly devising a new strategy, the old woman whispered urgently to herpanion.


    That evening, Katelyn enjoyed a nice dinner with Aimee, dismissing the earlier confrontation.


    She resumed her work routine the next day, her life seemingly returning to normal after a sessful press conference and an uptick in her social media following.


    Yet, an unexpected disturbance awaited her after work.


    Samuel, knocking at her office door, brought unsettling news.


    “Miss Bailey, there’s a disturbance downstairs. Someone iming to be your rtive is causing a scene.”


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