My eyes went straight to the bottom of the page.

The words were clear.

The probability of paternity was absolute.

I closed my eyes for a second, feeling the weight of the truth.

“What is our next move?” Marcus asked.

“We need to secure Maren and the kids,” I said.

“Celeste has people watching them.”

“If she decides to strike, she might go after Maren first.”

“I will call my security team,” Marcus said, reaching for his desk phone.

Before he could dial, the landline on his desk began to ring.

The sound was loud in the quiet office.

We both stared at the phone.

The caller ID screen glowed.

It was my mother’s private number.

I looked at Marcus.

His hand hovered over the receiver.

“Do you want me to answer it?” he asked.

“No,” I said.

“I will.”

I reached out and picked up the phone.

“Mother,” I said.

There was a brief silence on the other end.

“Adrian,” Eleanor Whitmore said, her voice sharp and commanding.

“You need to come home immediately.”

“Your wife has just called me.”

“We need to talk about your future.”