The word paternity didn’t just land—it cracked something open in the room that had clearly been sealed for decades.
Valerie Chen placed the folder on the table with quiet precision.
“This clause,” she continued, opening the document, “was added by your grandfather twelve years ago. It requires biological verification of all direct heirs before final distribution of the estate.”
Ethan let out a short, nervous laugh. “Okay… so what? We all take a test, prove we’re Grants, and move on, right?”
Valerie didn’t look at him.
She looked at me.
“Ms. Grant already has.”
The room turned.
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