CHAPTER 40: CHAPTER 40: PATERNITY TEST RESULTS 2

Upon hearing this, Ivy Summers’ heart skipped a beat. She opened her eyes and, for a moment, forgot how to react.

What... paternity test?

A paternity test between whom?

Did Damien Lancaster suspect that Sophie is his daughter, so he directly went to get a paternity test done?

This is the only possibility.

Ivy Summers stared blankly at the manila envelope. As Damien Lancaster opened it, her heart raced like never before.

"Ivy Summers."

Damien suddenly called her.

Ivy Summers looked up.

Damien held up the manila envelope in his hand.

"Would you like to confess about the child now, or should I see for myself? It’s your choice."

Ivy Summers clenched the hands resting on her knees.

The fear of the impending revelation of her secret surged in her heart. Her whole body tensed up, trembling even in her lashes with fear.

"Why aren’t you speaking?"

Ivy Summers pressed her lips together. Although whether he sees it or she tells him, the result would be the same, she just couldn’t bring herself to say it.

Ivy Summers found it laughable. Despite all her precautions, she didn’t foresee this situation of a paternity test.

"You’re not speaking, so that means you have nothing to say. Ivy Summers, you admit it. You and Sophie were just acting, and Sophie is indeed my child, right?"

With Damien’s words, Ivy Summers’ heart sank deeper and deeper.

She lifted her gaze, trying to suppress her guilt, and met Damien’s eyes.

"Since you’ve done a paternity test, why ask me? See for yourself."

Ivy Summers had decided: if she couldn’t win against Damien and Sophie was taken back to the Lancaster Family,

then she wouldn’t divorce.

As long as she didn’t divorce, Rachel Shaw wouldn’t be able to enter the Lancaster Family, become Sophie’s stepmother, and harm Sophie.

Damien let out a cold laugh.

The more Ivy behaved this way, the more Damien felt his suspicions were correct.

Damien nodded faintly, then opened the envelope.

Having made up her mind, by the time Damien pulled out the sheets of paper, Ivy Summers’ expression was surprisingly calm.

Damien held the paternity test report, examining it carefully, unwilling to miss a single word on it.

He turned page after page, his heart pounding faster with each one.

Upon reaching the last page, Damien’s eyes landed on those words, his gaze darkening.

Ivy Summers saw Damien staring at the last page with no expression, giving her the feeling of a guillotine hovering above her neck.

Ivy Summers clenched her hands.

Half a minute passed in silence. Ivy saw Damien frown unexpectedly.

The result seemed unsatisfactory to him.

"How is it?" The old man was also anxious, watching Damien ask about the result.

Ivy Summers kept repeating to herself: It’s okay, it’s okay, even if it means clinging to this marriage and entangling with a scumbag and mistress for life.

With the old man’s question, Damien lifted his head, placing the paternity test on the table and looked at Ivy Summers.

The old man understood, his usually emotionless face suddenly filled with a rare hope that dimmed instantly.

After all... they over-thought it.

Ivy had been watching Damien, and the moment he shook his head, she almost doubted her own eyes.

He shook his head?

What does that mean?

Ivy fought the fear in her heart, naturally and calmly picking up the test report.

The paternity test result showed: no biological relation.

Upon seeing these words, Ivy Summers’ eyes narrowed sharply.

How could it be? No biological relation?

Sophie isn’t Damien’s child?

Ivy blinked twice, fearing she was seeing things. Upon looking again, the result hadn’t changed.

No biological relation!

Is Damien sure the test was with Sophie?

This is impossible!

She had never betrayed Damien. How could the child not be his?

Ivy instinctively glanced up, finding Damien staring at her. Ivy controlled her inner doubts, calmly facing him, and placed the report on the table.

"Now, do you still have doubts?"

Silence ensued.

Ivy looked at Damien, "I told you, the child back then was aborted, I have no child."

Ivy Summers took a deep breath, stood up, and faced the old man, "Grandfather, if tonight is only about this matter, then I think I can leave now."

Having said that, Ivy took a step to leave.

"Ivy..."

The old man called her, but she didn’t turn back.

Because she was afraid if she stayed any longer, her various emotions would slip through and expose her.

At this moment, she felt completely disoriented.

She had already prepared for the worst.

But the test results had caught her off guard.

Sophie isn’t Damien’s child?

Isn’t she?

What exactly is going on? Is the paternity test result wrong?

No, it’s impossible for the testing center to make such a mistake.

Could it have been switched?

Also impossible.

The person who switched the paternity test must meet two criteria.

First: know that Damien was getting a paternity test.

Second: know Sophie is Damien’s daughter and wish to keep it from him.

No one meets these two criteria.

She only found out today, she didn’t do it, so who else could have switched the paternity test?

Ivy Summers couldn’t figure it out.

She walked outside, clutching her heart about to leap out of her chest, held onto the nearby pillar, and took several deep breaths to calm down.

However, in any case, after this incident, Damien wouldn’t suspect Sophie anymore.

Ivy Summers clutched her chest, letting out a silent sigh of relief.

Behind her, a man strode out, and Ivy stood up straight immediately, not daring to show any sign of tension that might betray her.

"Why are you out here? Haven’t tested enough?"

Damien’s face was taut, "I’ll take you back, get in the car."

On the way back, neither spoke a word. Damien, feeling frustrated, wanted to smoke when he saw Ivy, but he refrained.

Upon returning to the auction house, Ivy Summers put on her veil and got out of the car without saying a word to Damien.

Damien’s gaze deepened.

Did he suspect incorrectly, or was someone sabotaging things?

No matter; time will tell, and he could slowly play this game with Ivy.

Damien took out his phone, "Check where Chronos Auctions is held today."

"Sir, are you going to the auction?"

Damien never used to attend such auctions.

"Yes."

He knew tonight’s auction would be interesting.

...

Back at the auction house, Joy Quinn rushed out, "Zinnia, where did you go? The auction is starting soon. You need to get ready."

"Alright, I got it."

Ivy Summers adjusted her breathing, getting back into work mode.

Aethelgard Dyning Grand Hotel.

The auction took place here.

There were only five minutes left until the auction began.

And the authenticity of the gourd bottle remained indiscernible. Everyone was waiting for Master Jennings, as mentioned by Ivy Summers, to arrive.

Joy Quinn hurried into the lounge, "Zinnia." Her voice paused as she looked at the woman in a light blue cheongsam sitting there.

The woman in the light blue cheongsam, her hair up, wearing a veil, despite only seeing her delicate eyebrows and eyes, was stunning enough to make one believe she was extraordinarily beautiful.

The woman heard her speak, looked up, and gazed at her.

At that glance, Joy Quinn forgot to breathe, taken aback by her beauty.

"Hello... he... hello..."