The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 431

Marian changed her clothes and carefully selected two strands of hair to take with her to the hospital, one they all trusted, alongside Martin and Louis.

The hair being used for the new test should be freshly plucked but, under the guise of this procedure, Marian handed over the two strands she'd brought back from Sophia.

After they submitted the samples, Marian went back to the Frost family's home with Martin and Louis. Before the new paternity results would come in, there was no need for Marian to move out immediately.

But she had to begin preparing her apology.

"Get your apology statement ready tonight," Martin told Marian with a poker face when they got home. "It should cover three points: first, you are not Yolanda, just some partner Martin hired to play the part-your actions are purely your own and unrelated to Yolanda; second, explain in the statement how you plagiarized Sophia's design work, making clear that the estate project was Sophia's own design; third, offer a formal apology to Sophia."

Marian was freaking out: "The paternity test results haven't come out yet."

"The paternity result doesn't change your apology!" Martin shot back." This is the latest public apology demand from Brandon. Regardless of whether you are Yolanda or not, you must clarify that you have no relation to her."

Marian turned to Louis with a plea in her eyes: "Grandpa."

But Louis was visibly exhausted: "You listened to your brother before, now do the same."

With that, he brushed past her and retreated to his room.

as he reached his

The woman has shown genuine affection for your grandmother-we cannot let her down. If credit is due to someone as the lead designer, give it. If royalties must be paid,

into his room

that apology tonight and send it to me tomorrow morning.

Marian couldn't help but blurt out in

help you now. I warned you not to mess with Brandon, but you still went there and showed off at his

words,

onto the couch, exhausted and

weighed down by the suspense of the DNA results, Marian did not sleep soundly, plagued by nightmares. In her dreams, Sophia stared at her with icy disdain, each

stare seemed to painfully claim her life. Her lips twisted into a strange smile, and her comely features slowly contorted

scene shifted suddenly-Sophy, just over five years old, was dragging Marian, running for their lives through a snow-covered forest with the chaotic footsteps and angry shouts of adults echoing behind them: "They went that way,

to keep

together, but the small frame could not carry her weight, nor could she navigate the branches strewn

Marian's outstretched foot hit a tree trunk, tripping them both and sending them tumbling down a

hard against a rock,

her embrace, was unscathed but frightfully

get up, to continue their flight,