Sarah held the crisp white document firmly in her trembling hand as she looked up above.
The heavy silence in the grand hall was thick enough to cut with a sharp knife.
Evelyn slowly walked down the grand staircase, her heels clicking loudly against every single marble step.
She refused to show any sign of weakness or uncertainty in front of her son and Sarah.
Evelyn: What is that piece of paper supposed to prove, Sarah?
Sarah: It proves every lie you told about my son was completely wrong.
Mark: Mother, you need to read this official document carefully.
Evelyn: I do not read forged paper from people like her.
Sarah took two brave steps toward the bottom step of the massive curving staircase.
She unfolded the document with deliberate care so that the official state seal was clearly visible.
The top of the paper carried the bold lettering of a prominent national testing facility.
Evelyn stopped on the third step from the bottom and crossed her arms with defensive coldness.
Sarah: You claimed my baby had no connection to your late son David.
Evelyn: David died two years ago, and you were just his assistant.
Sarah: I was his legal wife, and this child is his son!
Evelyn: You are lying to steal the trust fund money!
Mark: She is not lying, Mother, because I took the samples myself!
Evelyn turned her head sharply toward Mark with a look of utter shock on her face.
She could not believe her younger son would help Sarah behind her back like this.
Mark had secretly arranged for the official DNA comparison using David's preserved medical records.
He knew his late brother had loved Sarah deeply before his tragic car accident two years ago.
Evelyn had hidden David's personal marriage certificate to protect her total control over the estate.
She had told the entire world that David died without any heirs or legal wife left behind.
Now the truth was standing right in front of her in the middle of her foyer.
Sarah held out the paper directly toward Evelyn's face with unwavering strength and emotion.
Sarah: Look at the bottom line right here, Evelyn!
Evelyn: Get that paper away from my face immediately!
Sarah: Read the percentage aloud so everyone in this room hears it!
Evelyn tried to look away, but her eyes involuntarily landed on the bold black numbers written below.
The official scientific result was printed in large clear text across the center of the page.
It showed a ninety-nine point nine percent probability of direct biological relationship to David Vance.
Evelyn felt a sudden cold chill run down her spine as the words registered inside her mind.
Her hands began to shake slightly as she realized the massive mistake she had just made.