She took out her cell phone from her bag as she spoke and passed it to him. “This is the security footage from when I entered the wrong hotel room five years ago. You'll understand after you watch it.

Shane took it and watched the footage, then smiled. “It seems as if our destiny was written in the stars. Even before we were engaged or had even met, we crossed paths in various ways.”

Natalie smiled back at him. “You're right. That's why I was terrified when the profile showed that you weren't the father of my two children since I'd never knowingly slept with another man.”

“I'm sorry. It was my fault for not checking thoroughly,” Shane replied while hugging her, feeling utterly guilty.

Natalie shook her head. “It wasn't just you; even I fell for it. Those people did everything they could to stop you and the kids from reuniting. But everything's okay now. No matter what they do, they won't be able to get in our way anymore.”

“That's true,” Shane said, chuckling softly.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

Shane let go of Natalie and called out, “Come in.”

The door opened, and Silas walked in with a flash drive. “Mr. Shane, I've looked into the matter as you instructed. Here's the security footage from those two days.”

Silas handed Shane the flash drive.

Because they were in a VIP ward, there was a computer in the room.

Shane strode over to it at once, plugged in the flash drive, and pulled up the security footage.

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