Marry Ex's Billionaire Uncle After Divorce (Aurora and Jasper) novel Chapter 221

Chapter 186: Erase the Footage

(Author’s POV)

“Martha worked in the Rathbone house for years.” He kept his voice low, conversational, like he was discussing something entirely ordinary. “Everyone’s been so focused on proving whether Aurora belongs to the Rathbones that nobody thought to ask a different question.” He nodded at the report in her hands.

“That’s a paternity test. You and me.”

Sienna’s fingers tightened on the paper.

She told herself it was impossible. She repeated it internally, firmly, the way you press down on a wound to stop the bleeding. But even as she did, her mind was already pulling up memories she hadn’t examined in years. Martha, who had been warm with her in a way that felt almost excessive. Martha, who had snapped at Aurora with a coldness that went beyond discipline. Martha, who had once slapped Aurora across the

face in front of other people, and hadn’t looked guilty about it at all.

She’d never once asked herself why.

“If you fabricated this,” she said, her voice quiet and precise, “I will personally make sure you go back to prison. I know exactly who to call.”

Neil smiled. It didn’t reach his eyes. He reached into his jacket pocket and set a small sealed plastic bag

on the table between them. A few strands of hair.

“Run it yourself,” he said. “Your sample against mine. You’ve got three days.” He tapped the bag once.

“When the results come back, I want ten million wired to my account. If I don’t hear from you, I go directly

to Richard and tell him everything. In person. In detail.”

He stood, picked up his cap, and walked out.

Sienna sat very still for a moment. Then she picked up the bag and put it in her purse.

She brought Neil to her car, which was parked half a block from the coffee shop. She sent her driver to

wait on the corner and rolled up the partition.

“Ten million,” she said flatly. “I don’t have it. Five hundred thousand. That’s my offer.”

Neil’s expression went cold immediately. “Not a dollar less than ten. Either you pay, or your father hears

about it from me directly.” He pulled the door handle. “You’ve got three days.”

He got out without looking back.

Sienna sat alone in the back seat. She pressed her fingernails into her palm until she felt the sting of it. She had dealt with threats before – that was simply the cost of operating the way she did. But this was different. If the report was real, the Rathbones would cut her off entirely. Everything she had built, every careful move she had made over the years, would dissolve overnight. And Aurora – Aurora would step into the space she’d vacated, with a legitimate claim and clean hands and the full weight of the Rathbone

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name behind her.

The thought made it hard to breathe.

Her phone rang. Jasper.

She let it ring twice, composed herself, and answered.

“How did the dress fitting go?” he asked.

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“Still deciding,” she said. Her voice came out perfectly steady. “Actually – I want to set the date. The tenth

of next month.”

A pause. “That’s less than two weeks away. We haven’t sorted out the venue, the catering, half the guest

list-”

“The tenth,” she repeated. “It matters to me. I don’t want to change it.”

Another pause, longer this time. Then: “Fine.”

She hung up and dropped the phone onto the passenger seat.

“Drive,” she told her driver. “The private medical clinic on Hartwell Street.”

She walked into the clinic wearing sunglasses and a mask, handed both samples to the intake technician,

and asked for a full biological relationship analysis – specifically paternity – at the highest priority level.

“Standard rush processing is twenty–four hours,” the technician said.

“Eight hours,” Sienna said. “I’ll pay five times the rate.”

She didn’t go home. She sat in her car in the clinic’s parking lot and waited. The afternoon light shifted and

faded. The streetlamps came on. She didn’t check her phone, didn’t eat, didn’t call anyone. She simply

waited, because she couldn’t afford for this result to reach anyone before she’d seen it herself.

Eight hours later, a technician brought a sealed envelope to her car window.

Sienna took it. She sat with it in her lap for a moment, then opened it.

She turned through the pages slowly. When she reached the final page – the one with the conclusion printed in clean, clinical language confirming a biological parent–child relationship between the two submitted samples – she stopped.

She closed her eyes.

This was not Neil’s fabrication. This was real.

She sat with that for a long moment. Then she got out of the car, walked back into the clinic, and found the duty manager on call. She set a substantial amount of cash on the desk between them.

“Every piece of footage from your security system,” she said. “Today. All of it. I was never here.”

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