The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In novel Chapter 905

**TITLE: She Took 905**
**Chapter 905: The Results**

Tessa let out a satisfied huff, her lips curling into a smirk. “Now, that’s more like it,” she declared, her tone vibrant with triumph.

In this moment, the atmosphere between Tessa and Victor was remarkably harmonious, almost electric with a newfound understanding. They had faced storms together, and now, it felt as though the clouds had finally parted, allowing sunlight to break through.

In stark contrast, the air around Black Mountain was thick with despair. The shadows loomed larger than ever, casting a pall over everything.

Lina, still reeling from the injuries she had sustained during her botched attempt to ambush Tessa, felt the weight of her pain pressing down on her like a heavy blanket.

After a harrowing night spent fleeing from their own failures, both sisters appeared utterly defeated, their once-proud demeanor now a distant memory.

Gone was their arrogance; they stood before their father, Dale, heads bowed in a show of submission, their spirits crushed.

“Dad,” Lana whimpered, her voice trembling with anguish, “I’m in so much pain. It really hurts—”

Her words were a desperate plea, a manifestation of the torment that coursed through her.

Lina, already battered and bruised, felt the sharp sting of her injuries as she was dragged along by her sister. There was no way to shield herself from the agony, and she felt as if her body had betrayed her completely.

Paralyzed by both fear and pain, she recalled the doctor’s stern warning: she needed to rest, or risk being permanently incapacitated.

That single kick from Victor had been devastating, a blow that echoed through her body and left her bedridden for what felt like an eternity.

Now, after the chaos of the previous night with Lina, she felt utterly immobilized, her body refusing to respond to her commands.

“Dad…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, a flicker of hope still lingering in her heart.

As she looked up at Dale, she was met with silence, a void that only deepened her despair. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she cried out, “Why? Why has everything changed? Why… why aren’t we Dad’s children anymore? You were so proud of us once!”

Dale stood there, a storm brewing within him, radiating hostility.

His eyes, which had been tightly shut against the chaos, snapped open at Lana’s heartbreaking cries.

With a sharp glare directed at Lenny, who stood nearby, Dale seemed to summon the strength he needed to confront the truth.

Lenny, understanding the unspoken command, nodded and gestured to the medical team that had been waiting in the wings, poised for action.

The medical team moved forward in unison, a well-oiled machine, one member brandishing a syringe that glinted ominously under the dim light.

The intent behind their approach was painfully clear, and both Lina and Lana felt a surge of terror wash over them.

“No! Dad!” Lina screamed, her voice laced with panic, desperate to reach him through the fog of his anger.

Her tone was heavy with discontent, a clear indication that she was far from pleased with Dale’s insistence on the test.

“You knew all along, didn’t you?” Dale’s voice was low, simmering with barely contained rage.

Lina fell silent, the weight of his words pressing down on her.

“This test shouldn’t even be necessary!” Dale continued, his voice rising, each word punctuated by gritted teeth. “But I need to know the truth before I die!”

Yet, as he reflected on the past, he couldn’t help but remember the sacrifices Diana had made for him. She had given him so much more than Artemis ever had.

The regret that simmered within him ignited into a fierce fury, and he felt a primal roar building in his chest.

Lana, witnessing her father’s shifting emotions, felt tears spill down her cheeks uncontrollably, her heart breaking for the man she once knew.

Lina, on the other hand, was not one to submit quietly. She fought against the restraints, refusing to let them take her blood without a struggle.

But no matter how fiercely she resisted, the inevitable happened—the blood was drawn.

In Redwood, rain was a rare occurrence, but tonight, the heavens opened up, unleashing a torrent of thunder and lightning that mirrored the turmoil within the room.

When the results of Lina and Lana’s test arrived, the truth was as they had feared: neither of them were Dale’s children.

As lightning split the night sky, illuminating Dale’s face in a stark flash, he erupted into maniacal laughter. “Haha… hahaha… Hahaha…”

The paternity report crumpled tightly in his grasp, a symbol of his shattered world.

He continued to laugh, each peal of mirth tinged with madness.

Lenny, standing off to the side, cast a keen eye on Lina and Lana, who were frozen in a state of terror, their faces pale and stricken.

The night was far from over, and the storm had only just begun.