Millionaire’s son brings home a black girl—what the mother sees in her necklace FREEZES her cold..

«She’s from me, but not shared.» Then Richard posed the query others shunned. «Can you be certain?» The following dawn was hushed.

Riley stayed awake. She perched on her mattress, legs pulled close, grasping the chain she formerly viewed as mere decoration. Her existence had inverted overnight.

She questioned everyone’s reliability, especially her own. A tap at her entrance jolted her. It was Logan.

Solo. He appeared sleepless too. He extended a compact packet.

«A confidential genetics facility. They’ll visit you. Zero documentation.»

«Zero exposure. Zero fuss.» Riley eyed the packet without accepting.

«You believe I could still be your sibling?» she queried tenderly. «I’m uncertain what to believe,» he conceded. «But truth is what I seek.»

«No matter the outcome.» She accepted the packet eventually. Returning to the Kensington Penthouse, Amanda occupied the eating surface, wordless.

Richard strode back and forth, device in grasp. «She despises me,» Amanda breathed. «It was evident in her stare.»

«She has every right,» Richard countered.

«Yet that needn’t conclude in resentment.» Several hours on, the genetics specialist arrived and departed.

Three days elapsed. A lone message landed in Riley’s electronic mail. She accessed it cautiously, pulse racing.

99.9% likelihood of immediate motherly link to Amanda Kensington. And further down? Zero fatherly correspondence with Richard Kensington.

Amanda positioned herself solitarily in the elevated terrace of Kensington Tower, holding the authentic chain she had concealed for almost twenty years.

The genetic findings validated her innermost suspicions, but the absence of Richard’s lineage altered the landscape.

«I’ve let her down doubly,» she uttered softly. «Initially by surrendering her.»..