Severine's grip loosened, and a white sheet of paper slipped from her hand. It drifted mid-air like a severed feather before helplessly landing on the cold floor.
The edges were crumpled from how tightly she had gripped it, faint tear marks etched into the surface where her fingers had dug in.
For a long moment, she remained still.
The paper lay near her feet. A thin line of blood at the corner of her lip had dried into a dark stain.
Her eyes were fixed on the single line printed in bold.
Probability of Paternity: 0.00%
Zero.
That meant Victor had no relation to her. None at all.
Austin wore lies like tailored suits. His double-faced nature wasn't new to her. But he wasn't foolish enough to fabricate something that could be verified within minutes.
That could only mean one thing. There had to be some truth buried in this matter.
Did father know about this?
Is this why he cheated on Isabella?
