Victor Sullivan slammed his hands on the desk. "This can't be right! I demand another test!"

He reached for the phone.

Ethan Sullivan's slender fingers pressed down on the landline. "Enough."

Victor narrowed his eyes. "Feeling guilty?"

A faint smile touched Ethan's lips. "Sophia's parentage is indisputable. Why would I feel guilty? I simply don't want you harassing her further."

"Is she all you care about?" Victor's chest heaved with rage. "I've been played for a fool these past days!"

A trace of mockery flashed in Ethan's eyes. "You brought this upon yourself."

"I did this for your own good!" Victor's eyes blazed. "You'll understand when you reach my age!"

Ethan had no patience for this.

He dialed his assistant. "Bring me the file from the third drawer of my office."

Three minutes later, the assistant arrived with a manila envelope.

Ethan pulled out three documents and tossed them onto the desk. "Police DNA report—99.99% match between Vincent Laurent and Sophia. The other two are paternity tests I conducted personally."

Victor snatched up the papers.

His fingers tightened unconsciously as he scanned the data.

Ethan spoke calmly. "I was more thorough than you. Two separate tests, plus verification against police databases."

Victor's face darkened as he examined the official seals.

He made calls to confirm each one, his brow gradually smoothing.

"Leave the documents. You may go."

Ethan turned to leave.

"Wait." Victor suddenly stopped him. "Don't tell Sophia or Vincent about today."

Ethan acknowledged without looking back.

The moment the door closed, Victor dialed Adrian Sullivan's extension.

Adrian arrived swiftly, barely suppressing a smirk. "Father, you wanted to see me?"

"Come here." Victor's voice was icy.

As Adrian approached, three files came flying at his face.

"See for yourself!"

Adrian fumbled to catch them.

His expression twisted when he read the contents. "This is impossible!"

Victor slammed the desk. "Don't play games with me!"

"Father, I only worried you'd be deceived—" Adrian began.

"Get out!" Victor cut him off.

Back in his office, Adrian kicked over a chair.

His assistant rushed in—only to receive a stinging slap.

"Useless! The people you hired are complete idiots!"

The assistant clutched his cheek. "I watched the samples being taken myself—"

"Three separate paternity tests! All documented by police!" Adrian hurled a teacup to the floor. "You nearly ruined me!"

The assistant fled.

At a corridor corner, he made two furious calls.

A woman's voice protested weakly: "The samples were absolutely genuine—"

Another swore: "I collected the swabs myself—"

Night deepened.

Ethan returned to Vincent's home.

In the living room, Sophia and Vincent sat at opposite ends of the sofa, quietly reading.

Agarwood incense curled through the tranquil air.

Their focused profiles mirrored each other perfectly.

Ethan paused in the entryway, observing.

That innate resemblance reaffirmed their blood connection.

He cleared his throat.

Sophia looked up, her eyes crinkling as she approached. "You're back?"

She deftly helped him remove his coat.

Vincent's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

Ethan took Sophia's hand. "There's a gift for you upstairs."

After sending her away, he sat across from Vincent.

"Resolved?" Vincent poured tea.

Ethan accepted the teapot. "My father won't doubt it anymore."

Vincent smiled faintly. "Fortunately, you take after your mother."

"How was the falsified report arranged?"

Vincent tapped his teacup. "Swapped the samples. The testing center director is an old classmate."

Ethan's gaze sharpened. "Whose samples?"

"Not yet." Vincent sipped his tea.

Ethan stood to leave.

"Wait." Vincent stopped him. "Hold off on remarriage. Adrian won't let this go."

Ethan paused. "Understood."

He ascended the stairs, his silhouette weighted.