"I want the entire capital to see whose mongrel you were carrying! I will prove my innocence! I will prove I never touched a bitch like you!"
To humiliate me, he didn't hesitate to announce his own alleged infertility to the world.
His logic was twisted beyond repair.
The bodyguards stepped forward.
My son didn't flinch. He plucked a single hair from his head and held it out.
I stopped the guards, took the strand, and walked up to Liam.
I dropped it onto the coffee table. Looked at him as if he were trash.
"Test it."
My voice was terrifyingly calm.
"But Liam... you won't be able to handle the result."
Just as Liam was about to explode, Evelyn suddenly clutched her chest and let out a pained moan.
"Liam... I don't feel well... my heart..."
Her face went deathly pale, and she collapsed like a wilted flower.
Liam's rage vanished instantly, replaced by panic.
He shoved me aside and scooped her up.
"Evelyn! Where's her medicine? Get the car! Move!"
He rushed toward the door with her in his arms. As he passed me, he didn't spare me a single glance.
Only threw a cold order over his shoulder: "Watch this crazy woman and her bastard! They don't leave until the results are in!"
The room emptied in a rush.
I stood there, watching his frantic retreat.
It was the same five years ago.
If Evelyn frowned, the world had to stop.
Even when I was bleeding out in the delivery room.
I pulled a crumpled old newspaper from my bag. It featured a photo of Liam in the hospital, tearing my ultrasound scan to pieces.
I crushed the paper into a ball and tossed it into the trash.
Then I dialed an encrypted number.
"Hello."
"The asset is recoverable."
Three days later. The seaside docks.
The wind was bleak, cutting through fabric straight to the bone.
Liam's car was parked near the water's edge. He stood in the wind, clutching the unopened paternity test in one hand.
Evelyn huddled beside him, wrapped in his cashmere coat. Her complexion was rosy—not a trace of her recent "heart attack."
I led the child forward, but a bodyguard blocked our path.
Liam shook the manila envelope, smile sinister. "You want this?"
He pointed to the dark, churning water at his feet.
"Evelyn accidentally dropped her heirloom ring. It's a Farley family treasure—it can't be lost."
His gaze locked onto mine, lips hooking into a cruel smirk. "Nora, I heard you do deep-sea salvage abroad?"
"Since you're so capable, go get it for her."