Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the note with the hospital's address.

So Victoria had been keeping tabs on the child all along.

Sophia started the car and drove straight to the medical center.

Images of Isabella and Ethan flashed through her mind during the drive.

Each memory fueled the jealousy burning inside her.

She arrived at the hospital and immediately sought out Dr. Jonathan Mills.

"Excuse me, Dr. Mills," Sophia said, maintaining her composure. "Mrs. Blackwood sent me to collect a DNA report."

Jonathan adjusted his glasses and nodded. "Ah, Mr. Blackwood's paternity test results. One moment please."

He walked to his filing cabinet and retrieved a sealed envelope.

Sophia's heart pounded against her ribs as she accepted the document.

Her palms grew damp with nervous sweat.

She took a deep breath to steady her racing thoughts.

"Thank you," she told the doctor before turning away.

She couldn't wait another second to see the contents.

Sophia tore open the envelope the moment she stepped outside.

The words on the report made her world tilt on its axis.

"The probability of paternity is 99.99%."

The phrase echoed through her mind like a death sentence.

Her fingernails dug into the paper, nearly tearing through it.

After several moments, she forced herself to regain control.

She carefully placed the report back into its folder.

With measured steps, she returned to her car and started the engine.

She drove directly to the Blackwood Enterprises headquarters.

The skyscraper dominated the city skyline, imposing and grand.

Sophia strode across the polished marble lobby, her heels clicking sharply.

She carried the thermos of soup Victoria had prepared for Ethan.

"Miss Reed?" The receptionist's voice held obvious surprise. "You're back."

Nearby employees turned to look, curiosity evident in their expressions.

News of her transfer to Northwood had spread throughout the company.

Her sudden appearance caused visible stir among the staff.

Sophia managed a faint smile and raised the thermos. "I'm here to see Ethan."

Understanding dawned on their faces, followed by collective sighs.

Old flames die hard, their expressions seemed to say.

They believed Ethan still couldn't let go of her.

No one stopped her as she made her way to his office.

She knocked firmly on the polished wooden door.

"Come in." His deep voice resonated through the door.

Sophia entered to find Ethan at his desk, frowning at his computer screen.

"Ethan, I brought you some soup." She placed the thermos on his desk.

He looked up, something unreadable flashing in his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"Your mother asked me to bring this and check on you." Her voice remained gentle and considerate as she stepped closer.

"How is she?" he inquired.

"She's well, just concerned you're working too hard." She studied him carefully before venturing, "Shall we have dinner together tonight?"

Ethan pinned her with an intense, penetrating gaze. "This is your last chance, Sophia. Cross the line again, and don't bother coming back."