[Warning: This chapter contains Explicit Graphic Violence]
"Mother! Father!" the young, beautiful black-haired girl screamed, her voice cracking as it echoed through the grand room.
She stood trembling before the older couple at the far end, desperation etched across her face. "You can't possibly do this to me! I am your real daughter!"
Her finger shot forward, pointing straight at the red-haired girl standing beside them. "She's a fake! She must have tampered with the DNA test results! She only wants your money! Our family's money!"
"Anna," the older woman said calmly. "I know this must be a terrible shock for you. But your father and I made absolutely certain the results were legitimate. We repeated the tests many times, consulted multiple experts in the field, and verified everything thoroughly. There is no mistake."
