She glared at Brea's back, her eyes narrowing. What was Brea doing here alone?

At first, Scarlet thought that perhaps Sheldon was here for treatment. But Brea wasn't heading toward the inpatient department.

Scarlet hesitated. Then, on impulse, she decided to follow her. She kept her distance, watching as Brea turned into a hallway. Moments later, Brea entered the laboratory department.

Scarlet's eyes flickered with confusion. What was Brea doing here?

Peering inside, she saw Brea pull out a transparent plastic bag from her pocket and hand it to a doctor.

The doctor took the bag, nodded, and spoke to her briefly.

Scarlet squinted, trying to catch a glimpse of what was inside the bag. Her eyes sharpened. Toothbrushes. Two of them.

Scarlet's heart skipped a beat. Why would Brea bring toothbrushes to the hospital?

And then, like a bolt of lightning, realization struck. Her breath caught.

Was Brea here for a paternity test? Scarlet's mind raced. Then who was being tested?

It couldn't be between Lyndon and Barnes. Then who could it be?

Scarlet's breath hitched again as she connected the dots. Her mind raced as she recalled Sheldon's features—the uncanny resemblance he bore to Lyndon.

Could it be that Brea suspected Tilda's son was actually Lyndon's biological child?

A wave of unease flickered across Scarlet's face. She clenched her jaw, watching Brea exit the hospital with an anxious expression. The moment Brea was out of sight, Scarlet pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

Two days later, Brea rushed to the hospital, her heart pounding with anticipation.

She had called in a favor to expedite the DNA test. Today, she would finally learn the results.

Her hands trembled slightly as she opened the envelope. But the moment she read the results, her expression froze. Her fingers gripped the paper tightly as disappointment flickered in her eyes.

Brea stood there, stunned. She had been wrong.

The words on the report were clear-Sheldon was not biologically related to Lyndon.

Their resemblance was just a coincidence?

Letting out a slow sigh, she folded the report and tucked it into her bag.

Fine. So be it.

Even if Sheldon wasn't biologically linked to the Fernandez family, she had already accepted him as part of her family.

After all, how could anyone not love such a sweet, well- mannered child?