Dr. Evans, sensing the shift in the room, continued with professionalism. “This marker has no health implications, but it does serve as a genetic fingerprint of sorts, confirming familial connections. Luna is indeed your granddaughter, Mrs. Monroe.”

The words hung in the air, carrying a finality that could not be contested. Vivien, cornered by the truth, had no choice but to concede. Her shoulders slumped, the fight leaving her as she glanced at Luna once more, her expression softening ever so slightly.

“I… I didn’t know,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The admission was a small capitulation, a crack in her armored exterior.