As dawn approached, a silhouette crept through the house, heading for Elena’s room on the upper floor. With bare feet, the figure moved slowly, glancing around from time to time to make sure no one was watching.
It was Emily. Elena had ordered her to retrieve all of her valuables from the room. They planned to leave the house before the DNA test results came out.
Elena sighed heavily as she packed a few items of clothing into a small backpack.
"Whatever the results are, we have to get out of here, my son," Elena said, looking at Noah in his basket.
"Because to them, you will always be Thorne's descendant." Elena closed her eyes, an unbearable tightness constricting her chest.
It felt as if the suffering they had to endure would never end. Elena stared at Noah.
His tiny hands and feet
