Chapter 80:

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The moment Allison stepped out of Kellan’s house, her expression turned as cold as ice. She slammed her foot on the gas pedal, racing toward the genetic testing center.

“The DNA results are in,” Dr. Preston Evans said, handing her the paternity report before stepping out to give her some privacy. Allison clutched the thin sheet of paper, feeling as though it weighed a ton.

Taking a steadying breath, she opened the report and read the conclusion at the bottom. “No biological relationship!” A whirlwind of emotions swirled within her. While the lead she had hoped would provide answers abruptly stopped here, a sense of unexpected relief washed over her.

At least she wasn’t tied to Kellan by blood.

The testing center was professional and discreet. There were no cameras lurking in the office, and the soundproofing was impeccable, ensuring complete confidentiality. After a moment of contemplation, Allison folded the report and pulled out her phone to call Gordon.

“Help me investigate Kellan’s mother. I need everything you can dig up, no matter how deep,” she instructed.

Gordon hesitated for a moment but quickly recognized her voice. A hint of unhappiness laced his response. “Boss, you finally remembered I exist. I thought you had forgotten about me again.”

He had expected her return to Cobweb, but she had been nowhere to be found.

Allison had no time for banter. She spoke firmly. “This is serious, Gordon. I trust you.”

“Don’t worry, I’m on it!” Gordon replied with a laugh. “I knew something was brewing when you called out of the blue. But seriously, when are you coming back to see us? The team’s been waiting, and now they’re so excited to see you, they aren’t even in the mood to work. They barely listen to me anymore!”

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“Soon.” Allison had been overwhelmed lately, struggling to carve out time for anything.

After hanging up, she tucked the test results into her bag and was about to leave the center when a familiar voice broke through. “Allison!”

Colton and Melany had been waiting for her, having spotted her car parked outside.

The sight of them made Allison scowl in disgust. “What do you two want now? You’ve really sunk low, following me?”

Her glare was filled with contempt, making Colton squirm. Still, pushed by Lindy, Colton reluctantly forced out an apology, though his words stumbled awkwardly.

“I’ve been reflecting on what happened,” he said, his voice strained. “I was wrong, and I’m here to apologize on Melany’s behalf too. She shouldn’t have copied your perfume; it was all just a misunderstanding.”

Colton’s expression was conflicted as he met her gaze. “My mother talks about you a lot, and my grandfather misses you too. If you have a moment, they’d love to see you. Just because we’re divorced doesn’t mean we have to be enemies.”

Allison listened to his lengthy speech, realizing he still hadn’t gotten to the point.

Crossing her arms, she asked coldly, “So you came all this way to ramble on? What do you really want?”

Colton faltered, caught off guard by her demeanor. But Melany interjected, her voice pleading, “It’s all on me. You can hit me or yell at me; I’ll take it. But I did it all for Colton. You, of all people, should understand how I feel. You used to love him deeply, didn’t you? Even if that love turned to hate, we don’t need to make a scene here.”

Their words seemed aimed at reconciliation.

Allison’s reply was indifferent. “Love turned to hate? You mean nothing to me. Why would I waste my time on that?”

She pressed the button on her car keys, unlocking the door, preparing to leave.

Listening to their nonsense was draining her energy.

“Wait!” Colton’s anxiety spiked as he saw her about to drive away. His brow furrowed in hesitation before he blurted out, “You’ve already secured the collaboration with the Everett Group.”

He tried to tug at her emotions. “But Allison, the Stevens Group needs this deal more than you do. Whatever it takes, we’ll pay. After all, the business is my grandfather’s legacy. You wouldn’t want the Stevens Group to miss out on such an important opportunity, right?”

Allison let out a genuine laugh, amused by his blatant self-interest.

“Not my problem.”

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