Lucas insisted on another DNA test. Not because he wanted distance— but because disbelief was the only shield he had left. He signed the consent forms with a steady hand that betrayed nothing of the chaos inside him. The lab technician spoke neutrally, professionally, unaware that the man standing before him was watching his entire life fracture into parallel possibilities. A father. Or a fool. Until truth was undeniable, Lucas refused to believe Clara. He had built his life on certainty, on control, on facts. And yet—facts were exactly what had betrayed him before. So he waited. And while he waited, he withdrew. He then dialed Clara's Number , scheduling the time and test date , As Lucas wanted this to be done under his surveillance this time . Clara on other hand agrees ,

