Miriam stared at Seraphina through the glass window, separated by only a few holes that allowed their voices to pass through. "Why did you hire an assassin to kill Layla?" she asked in direct and sharp tone.
Seraphina’s gaze hardened as she t Miriam’s eyes. "Because I never wanted her. My life fell apart because of her." She paused, recalling the previous day when Roger had delivered a ssage from Lucius—Orabela had been caught collaborating with her, and it served as a warning. She’d been told to cease any further plans.
Miriam’s fists clenched as she pushed further, her voice filled with years of bottled-up anger and confusion. "Then why stay by Darius’s side after Layla was born? Why live with us under the sa roof, knowing you’d never be his official wife? He would have given you money to survive on your own, but you stayed. You treated Layla with disdain, yet you showed nothing but kindness to Orabela. Why?"
Seraphina’s face was impassive, but her voice wavered slightly as she replied. "I had to be kind to your daughter, Miriam. If I mistreated Orabela openly, Darius would never have let stay. Layla was clumsy and often made mistakes; I only corrected her."
Seraphina shifted uncomfortably, feeling a tightening in her chest. These questions were too close to the truth, and she was desperate to escape. Rising from her chair, she said, "I have nothing more to say. I’ll be going now."
"Is Orabela your daughter?" Miriam’s words froze Seraphina in place. Her throat went dry, and she blinked rapidly, struggling to maintain her composure.
"What—what are you talking about, Miriam?" Seraphina’s voice was strained, attempting to mask her shock. "How could you even think such a thing?" She forced herself to frown, hoping it would look convincing.
But Miriam wasn’t buying it. She stood and slamd her hand against the glass, the force of it rattling the window and causing Seraphina to jolt back. Officers quickly stepped beside Miriam, but she ignored them, her focus entirely on Seraphina.
"Stop lying and answer , Seraphina!" Miriam’s voice shook with rage. "Did you switch the babies the night they were born? Did you put your own daughter in the cradle beside and take mine as your own?" Miriam’s voice rose, her words a mix of accusation and betrayal. "The DNA test report has exposed everything!"
Miriam’s shouting intensified, and the officers had to drag her out as she continued to scream at Seraphina, her voice echoing down the hallway until it finally faded.
As Miriam disappeared from view, the officers moved to escort Seraphina as well. Her face drained of color, her thoughts racing with panic. How had they uncovered the truth? Why did they even perform a DNA test? What would happen to Orabela now? Her carefully constructed life was unraveling, and she was left drowning in the fear of what was to co.
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"Why hasn’t Mom co ho yet? Where did she go, Dad? And why isn’t she answering any of my calls?" Orabela’s voice was strained with worry, her brows knitted in concern.
Darius’s expression hardened as he looked at her. "I told you to rest in your room. Miriam has so work to finish," he replied curtly.
"What work? What could possibly be more important than ?" Orabela insisted, her voice rising in desperation.
Darius’s patience snapped. "Will you stop pestering ?" he barked, his tone sharp. "Why did you try to end your life, Orabela? Do you think I’ll keep forgiving you for every mistake you make?"
Orabela flinched at his words, her face began paling. She opened her mouth to respond, but Darius raised a dismissive hand, cutting her off. "Just go to your room and rest," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argunt. His hand waved in the air, signaling he had nothing more to say.
But Orabela remained rooted in place, her gaze defiant. "Did Mom go to see Layla? I’m her daughter. Why would she believe that fake report?" Her voice cracked as tears welled in her eyes.
Before Darius could respond, a familiar voice echoed through the hall. "No one is believing that report."
Orabela and Darius both turned as Miriam stepped into the room, her expression calm but weary. She walked over and sat down on the couch, looking as though the weight of the world rested on her shoulders.
Orabela rushed to her mother’s side, clutching her hands tightly. "Mom, that report—it’s all lies. You know I’m your daughter, don’t you?" she pleaded, her voice a mixture of hope and fear.
Miriam took a deep breath as she leaned back on the couch. She looked at her husband. "I want a DNA test to be done tomorrow. We need to dismiss any kinds of doubts, so Layla won’t use it against us," she pronounced.
"Why, Mom? Why are you trusting that report?" "Why, Mom? Why are you trusting that report?" Orabela’s voice trembled as she almost yelled, her desperation spilling over. "I... I’m sorry for raising my voice," she added quickly, her tone softening. "But I’m your real daughter. Layla’s just trying to tear us apart." Tears stread down her cheeks, her gaze pleading.
Miriam didn’t look at her. Instead, she turned her piercing gaze toward Darius. "Did you see, Darius, what you’ve done?" she asked coldly. "You’ve destroyed everything we built. I hate you." Her words were sharp and unyielding, leaving no room for reconciliation. She picked up her handbag, and she walked away.
"Tomorrow," Miriam said firmly, "we’re going to the hospital for a DNA test. If anyone refuses, I’ll have no choice but to believe the report Layla brought ." With that, she turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing down the hall, leaving Orabela frozen in shock.
Orabela stared after her mother, her mind reeling. A hollow feeling filled her chest as she wondered how drastically her life would change once the truth ca to light.
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Thank you so much for so many GTs and Power stones. I’ll mass release today.
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