Judge Callister leaned forward. “There is something else. If you consent, we can perform a voluntary DNA comparison. If the result confirms what I believe, then you are not alone in this world any longer.”
Marina nodded slowly. “I want the truth.”
Three days later, the test confirmed it. Judge Renard Callister was her biological father.
Three weeks passed. News channels across the nation devoted entire evenings to Marina’s case. Cassian’s polished reputation shattered as evidence surfaced. Videos leaked. Statements multiplied. Social movements rose in solidarity.
Raisa and Harold formulated a plan to expose Cassian in a way that could not be buried. The opportunity appeared in the form of a prestigious humanitarian gala in Lyonford Hall, which Cassian planned to attend to restore his public image.
Marina arrived at the gala in a wheelchair, her doctor insisting she remain under strict observation. Two officers escorted her, and Raisa stayed by her side.
“I am terrified,” Marina whispered.
Raisa squeezed her hand. “Courage is born from fear. You are stronger than you believe.”