Chapter 255

Fiona Von's fingers trembled as she clutched the paternity report.

"Mom, how am I supposed to believe this?" Her voice shook.

Giselle Gould grabbed her daughter's wrist. "The hospital must have made a mistake!"

Her tone was absolute. "Frederick Von is your father!"

Fiona bit her lip, studying her mother's unwavering expression. "Fine. I'll have it checked again."

Her heels clicked sharply against the floor as she turned and left.

Three hours later.

Frederick Von's secretary rushed into his office.

"Mr. Von, the results are in."

Frederick took the file, his fingers cold. The moment he read the report, he slammed it onto the desk.

"Those damn Goulds!" he snarled.

The secretary stood frozen, not daring to breathe.

"Contact Attorney Wilson," Frederick said, his voice icy. "I want a divorce. Now."

Meanwhile.

Fiona stared at the fresh report, her vision blurring.

"How...?"

With shaking hands, she dialed her mother. "The results are the same."

A long silence stretched on the other end.

"Impossible!" Giselle shrieked. "You are—"

Fiona hung up.

She took a deep breath and dialed another number. "I need a forged report."

At the hospital.

Frederick placed both reports side by side on the table.

"Explain," he said coldly.

Fiona paled.

"Get out of my sight," Frederick turned toward the window. "And don't ever come back."

The Von family estate.

The elder Von hung up the phone, his expression stormy.

"Move the timeline forward," he told the butler.

As the butler bowed and left, the sound of shattering porcelain echoed from the study.

By evening.

Fiona stood outside the Von mansion, dragging her suitcase behind her.

"Miss, the master has ordered—" the butler hesitated.

"I understand." She straightened her spine and walked toward the waiting taxi.

The Gould residence blazed with light.

The moment Fiona stepped inside, she heard the click of a camera.

She whirled around—but only saw rustling shadows.

Late that night.

A bombshell exploded across a popular forum:

[EXPOSED! The Shocking Truth About the Von Heiress!]

Attached were clear images of the paternity report and Fiona entering the Gould estate.

The comments erupted:

"Holy hell, this is crazier than fiction!"

"So those gala rumors were true?"

"I'm hooked! What's next?!"

Fiona scrolled through the posts, her nails digging into her palms.

Suddenly, she remembered Lucy White's knowing smile at the gala.

"Lucy..." she whispered, her eyes darkening.

Outside, the moonlight was cold and unforgiving.