Adrian's gaze flickered with something I couldn't quite identify—recognition, perhaps? Or was it guilt?
"You're Beatrice's daughter," I stated firmly, watching his face for any reaction. "I'm right, aren't I?"
He looked away, his shoulders tense against the metal chair. "I've said enough."
"But you haven't denied it." I leaned forward, heart racing. "Your silence speaks volumes, Adrian."
His eyes darted to mine, then away again. "What good would the truth do you now? It won't change the past."
"It would change my future." I stood up, unable to contain the energy surging through me. "A DNA test will confirm it anyway."
Adrian's mouth twitched. "Fiona will never let you near Beatrice."
"She doesn't have that power anymore." I gathered my belongings, suddenly eager to leave. My mind was already racing ahead, planning my next steps. "I appreciate your... cooperation."
