Chapter 8

Gareth stood silently behind me, stern and imposing. The whole nightclub was silent, and I could hear every breath. Everyone was waiting for my judgment. I raised a finger without care. Victor stepped up right away and respectfully handed over a folder. "The DNA results are all verified?" I spoke softly, but my voice hung over the crowd like a threat. The men who had shouted the loudest before were now shaking in fear. Cold sweat covered their foreheads, and even their lips were trembling. "Weren't all of you so eager to be the father of Grace's baby?" I laughed coldly with malice in my eyes. "Perfect. I'll let you have your fill." Victor clapped twice, and Grace was carefully helped onto the stage. Her face was pale, but she stubbornly held her chin up. She glared at everyone in the room with pure hate. I lifted my hand and flung the DNA report at their faces. The pages were scattered all over the floor like a silent verdict. "Come on, take a look. Who's the lucky one that ge