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That afternoon, the VIP hospital room looked quieter than usual. Leon sat back against the bed with a tense expression, waiting for Joe to return. His breathing felt heavy, but not because of his body—rather because of the mix of anxiety and anger building inside him.

The door finally opened. Joe entered, carrying a thick white envelope. His face was pale, as if he had just seen something he never expected.

Leon knew instantly. “The results?”

Joe swallowed. He stepped forward and handed the envelope over. “Sir… you need to see it yourself.”

Leon’s hand trembled as he took the envelope. He opened it slowly, pulling out the DNA...