Chapter 156
Sebastian couldn't stand the sight of Sarah. Everything about her annoyed him. And honestly, he didn't think she looked anything like Camille.
But Camille had arranged the paternity test herself in secret. The chances of tampering were slim.
Still, Sebastian found it hard to accept that Victoria wasn't his biological sister.
Frustration bubbled up inside him. His face darkened as he snapped, "I'm warning you. Don't you dare mess with Vicky. She's my sister, and if I catch you giving her a hard time, you'll regret it."
Without waiting for a response, he stormed off.
Sarah clenched her fists tightly, her eyes brimming with defiance.
One day, she'd make him see that she was the one who deserved to be his sister.
Back at the villa, Sebastian arrived just in time to see the servants moving all of Victoria's belongings, ready to toss them into the storage room. He immediately stopped them. "Take everything to the car. I'll handle it."
Camille frowned, her tone sharp. "Sebastian, what are you doing? Why bother with her things? She's not your sister anymore. You should just cut ties with her."
Sebastian shot her a cold look. "Mom, you'd better think this through. Even if Vicky isn't a Hardwick, she's still Henry's wife. With the Harrison family backing her, you push her too far, and Henry won't sit idly by."
He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Henry never cared about our family. He only tolerated us because of Vicky. If he finds out she's not really one of us, do you think he'll hold back?"
James overheard and quickly stepped in. "Prepare a room for her. If Victoria comes back, she'll stay there. We can't let anyone know we've abandoned her just because we found our real daughter."
They especially didn't want Henry to find out.
Camille nodded. "Victoria has been trying to divorce Henry for ages.
We didn't agree before because it would've ruined our partnership with the Harrison family.
But now that Sarah is our real daughter and still in Henry's heart, I think it's time to let Victoria divorce him.
Once Sarah marries Henry, everything will fall into place. "
James' face lit up with agreement. "Exactly. After the banquet, we'll bring it up to Victoria."
Sebastian frowned deeply. "Don't you think this is a bit unfair to Vicky?"
Camille scoffed, her expression indifferent. "Unfair? I raised her for over twenty years! She's had more than her share of luxury. She owes us. If she dares refuse, she's just ungrateful."
Sebastian felt a suffocating weight pressing down on him. He took a deep breath, his voice steady but cold. "Dad, Mom, you're really disappointing. I don't accept Sarah as my sister, and I'm not getting involved in this banquet. I've got work to do at the company."
He turned on his heel to leave.
"Sebastian!" James' voice was icy, halting him in his tracks.
"You're just the acting president of our company. Don't think I don't know how much free time you actually have. The banquet is your responsibility. If you mess this up, you can forget about being president."
Sebastian froze, a dark glint flashing in his eyes, but he didn't say another word before walking away.
Meanwhile, the address for the Miller family was written below the paternity test result.
They lived in a small town near Lanceser and ran a modest little restaurant. But today, the restaurant was closed.
Victoria stepped out of her car, her eyes landing on the faded sign above the door. Her steps were slow but deliberate as she made her way forward.
Sitting by the entrance was a middle–aged woman in an apron, glancing around as if waiting for someone.
When Emma Miller saw Victoria, she eyed her up and down and asked bluntly, "So, you're Victoria? My real daughter?"
Victoria walked over without a change in her expression and replied, "It's not certain yet. We'll need to do a paternity test."
Emma Miller waved her hand dismissively. "What's the point of that? If Sarah isn't my daughter, then you must be."
Victoria shook her head. "It's not that simple. We need the test to be sure."
Emma Miller frowned, irritated. "I don't have time for this today. I've got the restaurant to run. If you really are my daughter, then get to work. Don't screw things up, got it? Or you'll regret it."
With that, she slapped her apron, opened the restaurant door, and started preparing for the day's business.
Victoria couldn't believe how quickly Emma Miller was pushing her to work.
She folded her arms and said coolly, "I'm going for the paternity test today, no arguments."
"Why are you..." Emma Miller turned to yell at her, but the sharpness in Victoria's gaze made her pause. The words died in her throat.
Victoria stood out like a diamond in this rundown little place.
Her grace, poise, and obvious air of wealth made her seem completely out of place here.
The cold expression on her face made it clear she wasn't someone used to being bossed around, and the power in her presence was almost tangible.
Emma Miller suddenly felt small and intimidated.
It hit Emma Miller then. This wasn't the meek, submissive daughter like Sarah used to be.
Emma Miller's eyes flickered as she muttered, "So... how do we do this?"
"Come with me," Victoria said, turning to head for the car.
Grumbling under her breath, Emma Miller reluctantly locked up the restaurant. "Are you really my daughter? Or are you here to mess with me? You're wasting my time and money. You know that?"
Victoria didn't bother responding. She just gave her a cool look from the driver's seat, making Emma Miller fall silent.
At the hospital, they did the blood test. The results would take three days.
Emma Miller rubbed her arm, clearly impatient. "So can you take me back now?"
Without saying a word, Victoria drove her back.
During the ride, Emma Miller went on, "Listen, you're my daughter now. Get used to it. You're not some pampered rich girl anymore. When you get home, you need to drop the attitude. You'll do your share of the work, no complaints."
Victoria's face didn't change. "Let's confirm everything first before you start making assumptions."
Emma Miller rolled her eyes. "That ungrateful girl got all high and mighty, and now you're here, so you must be my daughter. What's there to question?"
She kept on talking, but Victoria just listened, letting her ramble as they made their way back to the restaurant.
Once they arrived, Emma Miller immediately jumped into work, but Victoria stayed in the car.
She took out her phone and scrolled through her contacts, her thoughts a tangle of emotions.
She stopped when she found Ava's number. The last time she called was when Jude's was born. Victoria had wanted to share the happy news, but Ava never picked up.
Since then, she hadn't dared to try calling again, afraid of being rejected, terrified that Ava might no longer want anything to do with her.
But now, the reality of the situation was undeniable,
She wasn't Ava's real granddaughter anymore. There were some things she couldn't ignore any longer.
Taking a deep breath, she dialed the number. The phone rang once, then twice, before it went to a busy signal. It lasted longer than usual, like it was about to cut off any second.