"I'll come see you tonight."
Sophie smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Harold wanted to talk to her, Luke wanted to talk to her, and now Gavin wanted to talk to her tonight.
Yet, whatever they wanted to say were things she had zero interest in hearing.
It was suffocating.
That feeling of suffocation returned the moment she reached the entrance of her neighborhood and saw Luke stepping out of a private car, walking toward her.
"Harold and I came to pick you up to get the results."
Sophie glanced at the slowly lowering back window and the man sitting inside, then resolutely got into the passenger seat.
The results from all three hospitals were identical. The answer was exactly what the three of them had expected.
From the start, this test was purely for the benefit of outsiders.
Sophie took photos of all three results and sent them to Gavin. "Maybe it won't change anything, but I still want your parents to see this."
She knew deep down that the shift in Gavin's parents' attitude toward her wasn't solely due to Victoria and Eileen's paranoid delusions.
Even if it proved that she and Harold were father and daughter, clearing up any vile assumptions about their relationship, her complicated background and her past with Luke would still be sticking points for his parents.
"Sophie, let's talk." This time, she didn't reject Harold's request.
They definitely needed to talk, but their goals were vastly different. Harold wanted to play happy families; Sophie wanted to know exactly how much financial compensation she was going to get.
Yesterday, without the results, any talk would have been empty. Today, armed with three matching documents, her demands for compensation were entirely legitimate and legally sound.
"Sophie, what can Dad do for you?"
He adapted to the title far too quickly. Sophie couldn't get used to Harold calling himself that.
"Time was tight, so I haven't found a proper lawyer yet, but a quick online search tells me I have the exact same inheritance rights as Eileen. Whatever she has, I'm entitled to as well. Your company definitely has legal counsel; you know better than I do what I deserve and what I can get."
Harold nodded. "I don't want things to escalate to legal action. I'll do my best to meet your demands. Honestly, I had always planned to compensate you. I mentioned it to your mother last time."
"Fifteen thousand dollars a month?" Sophie scoffed softly. Last night, Sarah had given Sophie the debit card Harold had left behind.
Right now, it had fifty thousand dollars on it. But compared to Harold's massive net worth, it was less than a drop in the bucket.

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