Vivien’s face blanched, her expression shifting from smug certainty to disbelief. “That’s impossible. There must be some mistake,” she stammered, her voice tinged with desperation.

“No mistake,” Dr. Evans assured, his gaze steady. “The marker in question is rare, but it is consistent in those with specific ancestry. It’s likely that someone in your own family line—perhaps even you—carries it without realizing.”

I watched as the realization dawned on Vivien, her facade crumbling under the weight of undeniable evidence. Her plot to undermine me had backfired spectacularly, exposing not a weakness in my family, but a hidden chapter in her own.