Chapter 151

Laila’s POV

I wasn’t afraid. No matter how much Hamilton sneered or how many empty threats she made, I couldn’t be shaken. I was Laila, and nothing—not her manipulative schemes or the drama unfolding around me—was going to take that away. They could say they were going to take a DNA test, but I knew the truth. I owned this body, my body. There was no doubt in my mind that I was Mr. Martin’s daughter, and I had all the strength to prove it.

We went to the hospital the following day, where they took my blood sample, as well as Hamilton’s. It felt like a strange formality—just another step in the twisted game they were playing. I wasn’t worried. I knew who I was, and they couldn’t change that.

By the time we returned to the mansion that evening, I had already mentally prepared myself for the moment when everything would finally be revealed. Nolan, who had been by my side through it all, stayed close, his reassuring presence providing me with the strength to wal