Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 467

Penelope's head snapped up, stark panic flashing across her face.

Terrence stared down at her, his gaze an unreadable abyss.

"If it truly is a York bloodline, we'll have to test it eventually. Rather than waiting for tomorrow, we will test it right now.

Once it's done, the truth will speak for itself. No one will be wrongfully accused, and no one gets to lie."

He never broke eye contact with Penelope as he spoke.

She twisted the fabric of her hem so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Instinctively, she shot a desperate look toward Doris.

Doris's fingers paused on her prayer beads for a split second before she resumed her rhythmic chanting.

Her voice remained placid and gentle. "Terrence is right. A test will put everyone's minds at ease. Penelope, come with Grandma."

Doris led Penelope toward the side parlor, where Dr. Lawson was already waiting.

The main hall descended into a suffocating, heavy silence. No one spoke; the only sound was the slow, rhythmic ticking of the antique grandfather clock against the wall.

Julian finally struck a lighter, taking a deep drag of his cigarette before walking over to Tristan. He lowered his voice. "How did Quentin react?"

Tristan let out a dark scoff. He didn't yell, but in the dead-quiet room, everyone heard him clearly. "He outright denied it. Swore up and down it absolutely wasn't his, and claimed he never even touched her."

Jasper exploded instantly. "He denies it? He thinks he can just wave this away? Who the hell does Quentin Prescott think he is! Does he really think the York family are pushovers?!"

"Jasper!" Xavier barked at his second son. "We don't have the full picture yet. Keep your temper in check."

Jasper threw himself back onto the sofa, exhaling a sharp breath, his fists cracking loudly.

Tristan added quietly, "Jasper, from what I saw, Quentin wasn't acting. He might actually be telling the truth about not touching her."

Julian let out a cynical snort. "Just because he says he didn't, doesn't make it a fact. He's probably terrified of ruining his precious public image, so he's playing dumb."

"He isn't that kind of man," Tristan argued, his tone firm.

The minutes dragged on like hours.