Dr. Chelsea hesitated, then reached for the envelope with trembling hands. She tore it open, her eyes scanning the paper inside. The room felt like it was holding its breath.
Her voice broke the silence. "Probability of maternity: 99.99%."
She let out a shaky breath, her hands dropping to her lap as she turned to me. "Y-You’re my daughter, Kelsey. You’re really mine."
Something inside me cracked. I wanted to feel relief, joy, something, but all I felt was exhaustion. I nodded, my voice hoarse. "Okay."
Calvin leaned forward, his expression unreadable. "Now you understand what’s at stake. Jerome can’t find out about this. We need to figure out a plan."
Dr.Chel—Mom glared at him, her protective instincts flaring. "No. I need to figure out a plan. You’ve done enough damage, Calvin."
He didn’t argue, but his eyes flicked to me, as if silently reminding me that this wasn’t over.
And he was right…
Time was running TOO fast. I could remember, I was Kelsey Walton, a former Engineer who’s working with Montenegros’ Construction Company—owned by Gabriel. Now, suddenly, I am a freaking heiress of Don Lucas—said to be a fucking drug lord!