He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 287

The entire hall fell silent once more.

Arthur's expression instantly darkened.

That single sentence set the crowd off again.

"What does that mean?" an older woman nearby whispered to her companion.

"Did she just say... there's a problem with her identity?"

Arthur clenched his fists tightly. He stared at Sabrina, a violently suppressed tremble in his voice.

"Sabrina, what nonsense are you spewing."

Seeing her father's reaction, a flash of vindictive thrill crossed Sabrina's eyes. She threw caution to the wind and raised her voice.

"Did you double-check the DNA results? Did you really not investigate it at all? I heard there are plenty of ways to make a report show whatever result you want."

"Enough."

A calm voice interrupted her.

Sienna didn't raise her voice; she merely set her champagne glass onto a passing waiter's tray, her movements as relaxed as if ending a trivial conversation.

"Sabrina, if you have something to say, say it directly. Stop using other people's bloodlines as a shield. It won't save you."

Sabrina froze.

She had assumed that by throwing out doubts about her lineage, Sienna would panic, Arthur would hesitate, and the board would be completely reset.

But Sienna's face showed not a single trace of the wavering she had hoped for.

"I know what you're thinking," Sienna continued. "You're hoping that I'll stand here tonight and argue with you to prove my bloodline. But you forgot one thing."

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