Riverport, hospital room.
Scott walked into the room holding the paternity test report and handed it to Pierce, who was propped up in bed. "Mr. Landon, the expedited results are in."
Beatrice instantly rushed over to look as well.
Pierce's hand trembled slightly as he gripped the report. His emotions were in absolute turmoil.
Part of him desperately hoped the child was his. At least then, he wouldn't have been played for an absolute fool, raising someone else's son for half a year.
But another part of him hoped the child wasn't his. The thought of fathering a child with a woman like Seraphina, who mingled with endless droves of men, felt like a sickening insult.
Pierce steadied his nerves and flipped to the final page for the conclusion.
Seeing the words 'Confirmed Biological Match,' Beatrice stumbled back. She had to grab the edge of the bed to steady herself. "Seraphina's son really is my grandson!"
If she had heard this news before Seraphina's promiscuity was exposed and before she was assaulted by a beggar, she would have been overjoyed.
But now...
Seraphina was ruined. Completely destroyed.
How could a promiscuous, globally disgraced woman be the mother of her grandson?
Seeing the results, Pierce's expression went numb. He didn't know whether to be relieved or furious. After a long silence, he looked up at Beatrice. "Do not tell Grandpa Arthur about this."
Beatrice instantly understood what Pierce meant. "You're not planning to bring the child into the family?"
Pierce's expression was freezing. "I never planned to."
He hadn't planned to even before Seraphina's life imploded. Now that she was ruined, it was even more impossible. The only woman who would ever bear his children was Riley.
"But the child is innocent."
Pierce stared coldly at Beatrice. "You want to claim him?"
Thinking of Seraphina, the tiny sliver of pity Beatrice felt for the baby vanished without a trace. She pursed her lips and stayed silent.
Pierce tore the paternity test report to shreds and spoke with chilling finality. "If anyone dares leak a word of this, don't blame me for showing no mercy."
Beatrice quietly sat back down on the sofa.
Scott immediately proved his loyalty. "Don't worry, Mr. Landon. I'll take this to the grave. I'll handle the testing facility as well."
Pierce nodded. "What about the things I asked you to keep an eye on?"
He had never suspected it before. But once the seed of doubt was planted, he realized the clues had been staring him in the face all along. He had just never considered the possibility.
If his guess was right, Zach Chambers was just a smokescreen. From the very beginning, it had been Sebastian.
Pierce's fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, a torrent of chaotic emotions surging in his chest. "Book me on the next flight to Statenbury."
Scott looked at the man still wearing a hospital gown. "Right now?"
"Now. Immediately. Go!" Pierce couldn't wait another second. He needed to go to Statenbury and see for himself if his suspicions were true.
Hearing this, Beatrice shot up from the sofa. "Absolutely not! Your stitches tore open yesterday and were just redone. The doctor said you have to stay in bed and rest!"
Scott nodded in agreement. "Mr. Landon, nothing is more important than your health..."
"Book the ticket!" Pierce barked, cutting Scott off. "If you can't even handle a simple task, you can pack up and get the hell out."
Scott's face turned pale with fear. "I'll book it right now." He immediately pulled out his phone to make the arrangements.
Beatrice walked over to the bed, wanting to argue, but before she could speak, Pierce cut her off. "Stay out of my business."
"You're my son. How can I not care?" Beatrice was so frantic her face contorted, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Are you going to Statenbury to look for that bitch Riley again? What kind of spell did she put on you to make you..."

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