Chapter 189
Victoria knew Natasha Blackwood wasn't someone to be trifled with. If she truly believed Cassandra was Vincent's daughter, Cassandra's life would be over.
Swallowing her pride, Victoria confessed. "I'm sorry. The test was forged. I wanted my daughter to gain Vincent's favor. They're not related by blood—I paid someone to fake the results. You can verify with the agency if you don't believe me."
Vincent's face twisted in disgust. "Victoria, you're utterly—"
Gregory's expression mirrored his. "Victoria, you're completely—"
The two men spoke simultaneously, their voices dripping with contempt.
Natasha studied Victoria, weighing her words. The explanation made sense—too much sense. Seeing her hesitation, Vincent seized the moment to guide her away.
Humiliated, Gregory released Victoria and turned to leave.
"Gregory! Where are you going?" Victoria clutched at his sleeve in panic.
He shook her off. "I can't stand being near either of you anymore. Expect divorce papers tomorrow."
The word divorce struck Victoria like a physical blow. He had never threatened that before.
Just then, a nurse approached. "The expedited paternity results are ready."
Victoria snatched the report, scanned it, and thrust it at Gregory. "Look! The results prove you're Cassandra's father! You can't leave us!"
Gregory didn't even glance at it. "How do I know this isn't another forgery?"
"Gregory! Please!" Her pleas fell on deaf ears as he walked away without looking back.
Cassandra, her hair tangled from Natasha's earlier assault, collapsed to the floor. "What now, Mother? My godfather hates me, and Father wants to divorce you. We're ruined!"
Victoria dropped to her knees beside her, tears streaming. "There has to be a way. I won't let him leave us!"
From a distance, Evelyn watched the scene unfold, a faint smirk playing on her lips.
"Watching them suffer is so satisfying," Sebastian murmured beside her.
Evelyn turned, stretching her stiff back. The soreness reminded her of last night's activities with a certain someone, and warmth crept up her cheeks. She rubbed her temples, recalling how she'd instructed Sebastian to send the forged test results to Natasha via express delivery. The woman had flown into a rage and stormed back immediately.
Following Evelyn's plan, Sebastian had led Natasha straight to the hospital—with spectacular results.
As they walked away, Sebastian hesitated. "Boss, I found something about you."
Evelyn arched a brow. "Oh?"
He handed her a report, his expression uneasy. "Gregory's behavior toward you never felt... fatherly. So I ran a DNA test with a sample of your hair." He exhaled. "You're not his biological daughter."
Evelyn froze, staring at the document. If Gregory isn't my father... then who is?