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    Vincent stood just offstage, giving Katelyn an “OK” sign with a quick nod.


    Katelyn had done this many times before—connecting therge screen behind her to the evidence in her hand, ensuring that everyone had a clear view of what she was showing.


    The video she disyed was a secret recording of Lise and the duo’s plot. Though the camera shook a little, the footage and sound were crystal clear. It was the kind of concrete proof that left no room for doubt, revealing that Lise had been behind everything from the start.


    Katelyn raised the volume, ensuring that everyone in the room could hear. Her eyes locked onto the old woman sitting nearby. Katelyn didn’t know her personally, but she had a good instinct for people. And something about the woman today didn’t feel right. An uneasy feeling crept over her, one that she couldn’t shake.


    She chose to trust her instincts.


    Sure enough, as the video yed, the old woman’s face changed. Her expression tightened, and she shot a look at Marlon, her eyes burning with silent fury.


    Marlon’s face turned ghostly white. He stumbled back, his feet fumbling beneath him as if the ground had been pulled out from under him. One misstep, and he was dangerously close to tumbling off the stage.


    If the old woman was truly his mother, how could a single look from her fill him with so much fear?


    When the video ended, Katelyn turned off the screen and locked eyes with the old woman. “This video alone shows you’ve been lying from the beginning. Instead of pretending to be my family, how about you exin what really happened during the two days you disappeared?”


    Her question drew the crowd’s attention to what truly mattered. They had been focused on the paternity test, but now a bigger question loomed. How had these two survived a run-in with an armed group?


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    The old woman’s face tightened with shock. Her eyes darted around, panicked, unable to focus on anything.


    She muttered and fumbled, but nothing that came out made sense.


    Katelyn wasn’t backing down. Her voice sharpened, and her wordsnded with precision.


    “Why were you attacked in the first ce? How did you walk away unharmed after they took you? Isn’t it strange how you were freed just in time to pick up the test report?”


    The old woman had no answers. Her eyes darted around wildly, searching for something—anything—to say. Marlon stood beside her, his expression frozen,pletely taken aback.


    Without warning, the old woman gritted her teeth and copsed to the ground. Her body writhed, and she let out exaggerated wails.


    “You’re saying all this just because you refuse to ept me as your grandmother! We’vee all the way from the vige to find you, and this is the thanks we get? Now that the test confirms our connection, you’re still full of excuses. If I’d known you were this ungrateful, I never would’ve made the trip!”


    Katelyn stood still, her eyes narrowed with cold suspicion, watching the scene unfold. The old woman had used this shameless trick before, but this time, it only deepened Katelyn’s doubts.


    Katelyn abruptly turned to Marlon, her gaze sharp.


    “If she won’t exin, maybe you can. What happened over thest two days?”


    Marlon’s throat tightened, his eyes betraying a flicker of guilt. He shot a quick look at the old woman before his voice erupted in a panicked shout.


    “Katelyn, it doesn’t matter what you say—you can’t deny we’re blood rtives!” His voice was firm, and the smugness in it was impossible to miss. “From now on, everyone will believe we’re family. You’ll never get rid of us!”


    The older woman didn’t miss a beat. Her eyes lit up, and she quickly joined in.


    “That’s right! If you refuse to call us family, people will think you’re cold and selfish. They’ll talk, and you’ll never hear the end of it. I’m warning you—if you try to cut us off, I’ll hit my head against this wall and end it right here!”


    Katelyn’s gaze stayed locked on them, her expression unreadable, but her eyes burned with quiet fury. It was as though she were watching a ridiculous y unfold before her.


    “If you were really my family, I’d acknowledge it and treat you right. But you’re not. You’re just fakes, bought by someone else.”


    As soon as Katelyn spoke, another voice rang out from the crowd, colder and harsher.<fn04c3> Checktest chapters at Find_Novel(.</fn04c3>


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