Chapter 195
Isabelle Ryan took a deep breath, her lashes lowering as she forced down the anger and bitterness churning inside. A cold gleam surfaced in her clear eyes as she curled her lips into a faint, ironic smile.
"So what?"
Her tone left a chill in the air. Henry Brooks just stared at her, caught completely off guard.
But Isabelle didn’t give him a chance to react. Her eyes went cold, and a sneer tugged at the corner of her mouth.
"Even if what you’re saying is true and your daughter and I are somehow blood sisters—what does that even change? Let’s not kid ourselves, we don’t even share a last name. At best, we’re barely more familiar than strangers." Her soft scoff was biting, and there was nothing left of the shaken girl from earlier. It was like a switch flipped—her presence suddenly sharp, even a little chilling.
Henry’s throat tightened. "You…" His eyes were full of disbelief.
Before he could get another word in, Isabelle cut in sharply. "You think a random DNA match means I should just

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