Caesar felt as if his world was crumbling down. The envelope in his hand slipped from his grasp, fluttering, and eventually found its place on the cold, unforgiving floor. His heartfelt heavy, burdened with a mix of emotions he could scarcely comprehend. Crouching to gather himself, he struggled to find solace in the quiet corners of his mind, attempting to make sense of the reality that had just crashed upon him.
“No…she can't do this…” His once-steadfast belief in the paternity of his beloved Stella had been shattered. The DNA results, undeniable in their stark truth, spoke volumes, overwhelming his thoughts and drowning out any lingering traces of doubt. Stella was not his daughter. The very notion pierced Caesar's heart with a searing pain, as if a thousand daggers had suddenly been thrust into his soul.