CHAPTER 11 — The DNA Test
CHAPTER 11 — The DNA Test
The countdown continued.
00:59:42.
Charlotte stared at the screen.
Nobody in the boardroom moved.
The directors looked terrified.
Richard had stopped pretending to be confident.
Vivian stood frozen beside the wall.
Even Margaret's expression had changed.
For the first time, Charlotte saw fear in her aunt's eyes.
Daniel stepped closer.
"What happens when it reaches zero?"
Margaret smiled.
"You'll find out."
Charlotte looked at her.
"You wanted me to claim the trust."
"I wanted you to expose yourself."
"Why?"
"Because there is one question you haven't answered."
Charlotte frowned.
"What question?"
Margaret leaned forward.
"Are you really Eleanor Vale's daughter?"
The room went silent.
Charlotte's face hardened.
"You know I am."
Margaret smiled.
"I know what your mother told you."
She looked toward the lawyers.
"But stories aren't evidence."
Charlotte understood.
The DNA.
That was what Margaret had been waiting for.
The lead attorney slowly stood.
"Miss Vale..."
Charlotte turned.
"What?"
"We need to establish biological succession before any transfer can be recognized."
Charlotte laughed bitterly.
"After everything we've uncovered, you're still questioning whether I'm my mother's daughter?"
"I'm questioning whether the trust's beneficiary condition has been fulfilled."
Jonathan stepped forward.
"I am her father."
Margaret shook her head.
"Are you?"
Jonathan's face hardened.
"What does that mean?"
"You disappeared for twenty-seven years."
"Because you tried to kill me."
"And now you return claiming Charlotte is your daughter."
Charlotte looked at him.
"He's my father."
Margaret smiled.
"Then prove it."
Silence.
Jonathan's jaw tightened.
Margaret turned toward the lawyers.
"I want a DNA test."
Charlotte stared at her.
"You planned this."
"Of course."
"You knew we'd find the trust."
"You knew I'd claim it."
"You knew the board would demand proof."
Margaret nodded.
"So you built the entire trap around one question."
Charlotte stepped forward.
"And if the DNA proves I'm his daughter?"
Margaret smiled.
"Then you become the legal heir."
"And if it doesn't?"
Margaret's eyes hardened.
"Everything belongs to me."
Daniel looked at Charlotte.
"Don't agree to this here."
Charlotte shook her head.
"If I refuse, they'll say I'm afraid."
"They'll manipulate the test."
"Then we control the process."
She looked at the attorney.
"I want an independent laboratory."
The attorney nodded.
"Reasonable."
"Independent chain of custody."
"Agreed."
"Both parties present."
"Agreed."
"And the samples are sealed in front of witnesses."
Margaret's expression tightened.
Charlotte smiled.
"Unless you're afraid."
Margaret laughed.
"Fine."
The lawyer began preparing the documents.
Charlotte looked at Jonathan.
"Are you ready?"
He nodded.
"For you?"
"Always."
They left the boardroom under heavy security.
The press had already gathered outside.
News cameras filled the lobby.
Reporters shouted questions.
"Is Charlotte Vale really the heir?"
"Did Richard Ashford forge the will?"
"Is Solmere being investigated?"
"Was Eleanor Vale murdered?"
Charlotte kept walking.
Then a reporter shouted:
"Miss Vale! Are you really Jonathan Ashford's daughter?"
Charlotte stopped.
She looked directly into the cameras.
"Tomorrow, you'll have the answer."
Then she continued.
Behind her, Margaret watched.
She whispered:
"Tomorrow, you'll lose everything."
The laboratory was secured.
No Solmere employees.
No family lawyers.
No private doctors.
Only the independent genetic specialists, two attorneys, Charlotte, Jonathan, and Daniel.
Samples were collected.
Photographed.
Sealed.
Logged.
Charlotte watched every step.
She refused to blink.
When the technician finished, he placed the samples into a locked container.
"Results will be available within twenty-four hours."
Margaret's attorney nodded.
"Excellent."
Charlotte looked at him.
"One question."
He turned.
"Yes?"
"Who ordered this test?"
He smiled.
"Your aunt."
Charlotte nodded.
"Then tell her something."
"What?"
"I'm not afraid of the result."
That night, Charlotte couldn't sleep.
She sat in Eleanor's old office.
The city glowed beneath the windows.
Daniel entered quietly.
"You should rest."
"I can't."
He sat opposite her.
"Are you worried?"
"No."
He raised an eyebrow.
"You're lying."
Charlotte smiled.
"I'm worried about what happens if I win."
Daniel was silent.
"If I'm the heir," she continued, "I inherit everything."
"That's what you've been fighting for."
"No."
She looked toward the window.
"I've been fighting to know the truth."
Daniel nodded.
"And if the truth means I inherit an empire built on crimes?"
"Then you decide what to do with it."
Charlotte looked at him.
"You'd help me?"
"Yes."
"Even after everything?"
Daniel lowered his eyes.
"I owe you more than I can repay."
Charlotte was quiet.
Then asked:
"Did you ever love my mother?"
Daniel looked shocked.
"What?"
"You worked with her."
"Yes."
"You risked your life for her."
"I respected her."
"That's not what I asked."
Daniel looked away.
"I loved her."
Charlotte froze.
"She knew?"
"Yes."
"Did she love you?"
Daniel smiled sadly.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because your mother loved your father."
Charlotte looked at the photograph on the desk.
Jonathan.
Eleanor.
Young.
Happy.
Before the fire.
Before the lies.
Before Solmere became a battlefield.
Daniel stood.
"Get some sleep."
He walked toward the door.
Charlotte called after him.
"Daniel."
He turned.
"Thank you."
He nodded.
Then left.
At 3:17 a.m., Charlotte's phone rang.
She answered.
"Hello?"
A frightened voice spoke.
"Charlotte?"
"Who is this?"
"Marianne."
Charlotte sat upright.
Her mother's secretary.
The woman everyone believed was dead.
"Where are you?"
"I can't tell you."
"Are you safe?"
"No."
Charlotte's heart raced.
"What do you want?"
"I need to warn you."
"About what?"
"The DNA test."
Charlotte froze.
"What about it?"
Marianne whispered:
"They switched the samples."
Charlotte's blood ran cold.
"How?"
"I don't know."
"Who?"
"I saw someone enter the laboratory."
"Who?"
Silence.
Then:
"Your father."
The call ended.
Charlotte stared at the phone.
Jonathan.
Her father.
The man she had trusted.
The man who claimed to have protected her.
Could he have tampered with the test?
She immediately called Daniel.
He answered on the first ring.
"What's wrong?"
"Someone says the samples were switched."
"Who?"
"Marianne."
Silence.
"She's alive?"
"Apparently."
"What did she say?"
"She saw my father at the lab."
Daniel's voice became serious.
"Don't accuse him yet."
"Why?"
"Because that's exactly what someone wants."
Charlotte understood.
The conspiracy was still manipulating her.
She hung up.
Then walked downstairs.
Jonathan was in the library.
Charlotte entered.
"Where were you tonight?"
He looked at her.
"Here."
"All night?"
"Yes."
"Did you go to the laboratory?"
His expression changed.
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Charlotte watched him carefully.
"Marianne called me."
Jonathan went pale.
"She's alive."
"She says she saw you."
"I wasn't there."
"Then someone is pretending to be you."
Jonathan nodded slowly.
"That's what I thought."
Charlotte frowned.
"What?"
He opened a drawer.
Inside was an old passport.
His photograph.
His signature.
His identity documents.
Then he placed another photograph beside it.
A man who looked almost exactly like him.
Charlotte stared.
"Who is that?"
Jonathan whispered:
"My brother."
Charlotte's eyes widened.
"I thought you were an only child."
"I was told he died."
"When?"
"Before you were born."
Charlotte stared at the photograph.
"Then who is he?"
Jonathan shook his head.
"I don't know."
A knock came at the door.
Daniel entered.
"Charlotte."
She turned.
"What?"
"The laboratory called."
Her heart stopped.
"The results?"
"Yes."
"Already?"
"They expedited them."
Charlotte stood.
"What did they find?"
Daniel looked at Jonathan.
Then back at her.
"They say the DNA doesn't match."
Silence.
Charlotte felt as if the floor had disappeared.
"What?"
Daniel shook his head.
"The preliminary result says Jonathan is not your biological father."
Margaret's voice suddenly echoed from the hallway.
"I told you."
Charlotte turned.
Margaret stood there.
Smiling.
"You were never the heir."
Charlotte stared at the report.
PATERNITY: EXCLUDED.
Her hands trembled.
Jonathan looked devastated.
"No."
Margaret stepped closer.
"Now you understand."
Charlotte looked at her.
"You're lying."
"Am I?"
"You switched the samples."
Margaret smiled.
"Can you prove it?"
Charlotte looked at Daniel.
He was already examining the report.
"Something's wrong."
"What?"
"The chain-of-custody number."
He pointed.
"This isn't the number assigned to Jonathan's sample."
Charlotte's eyes narrowed.
"Then whose sample is it?"
Daniel looked at the laboratory report.
"We don't know."
Margaret's smile disappeared.
Charlotte stood.
"Repeat the test."
Margaret shook her head.
"The result is official."
"No."
Charlotte's voice became firm.
"I want another test."
"You can't keep delaying this."
"I'm not delaying anything."
She turned toward the laboratory attorney.
"I'm challenging the chain of custody."
The attorney hesitated.
Charlotte continued:
"And I'm requesting the raw genetic data."
Margaret's expression hardened.
"That's unnecessary."
Charlotte smiled.
"That's exactly what someone says when they're afraid of the evidence."
The second test was ordered.
This time, Charlotte chose the laboratory.
No family members were allowed inside.
No lawyers could touch the samples.
Every movement was recorded.
Every seal was photographed.
Every sample was placed under continuous surveillance.
Jonathan gave his sample.
Charlotte gave hers.
Then they waited.
Twenty-four hours.
No sleep.
No meetings.
No press.
Only waiting.
At 10:00 the next morning, the laboratory director entered the conference room.
She carried a sealed envelope.
Charlotte stood.
"Doctor?"
The woman looked at everyone.
"The results are conclusive."
Margaret's attorney leaned forward.
"Proceed."
The doctor opened the envelope.
"Charlotte Eleanor Vale is the biological daughter of Jonathan Ashford."
Jonathan closed his eyes.
Charlotte covered her mouth.
The doctor continued:
"The probability of paternity is greater than 99.9999 percent."
Silence.
Then Charlotte began to cry.
Not because she had won.
Because for the first time in her life, she had proof.
Her father was really her father.
Jonathan walked toward her.
Charlotte threw her arms around him.
He held her tightly.
"I'm sorry."
She cried against his shoulder.
"I know."
"I'm so sorry."
"I know."
For twenty-seven years, Charlotte had carried the emptiness of a dead father.
Now she finally understood.
He had been alive.
He had been fighting.
And he had never stopped loving her.
Margaret stood motionless.
The lawyer looked at her.
"It's over."
She shook her head.
"No."
Charlotte turned.
Margaret's face had gone pale.
"You don't understand."
Charlotte wiped her tears.
"I understand perfectly."
"You have the DNA."
"Yes."
"You have the trust."
"Yes."
"The board."
"Yes."
"And the evidence."
Charlotte nodded.
"Yes."
Margaret whispered:
"Then you don't know what you've inherited."
Charlotte stepped closer.
"What?"
Margaret looked at her.
"The DNA proves you're the heir."
She smiled faintly.
"But it also proves something else."
Charlotte froze.
"What?"
Margaret's eyes moved toward Jonathan.
"Your father wasn't the only person who survived that night."
Jonathan's expression changed.
Margaret continued:
"The man who started the fire is alive."
Charlotte's heart stopped.
"Who?"
Margaret smiled.
"Your grandfather."
Silence.
Charlotte stared at her.
"My grandfather is dead."
"No."
Margaret shook her head.
"He has been living under another name for thirty years."
Jonathan stepped forward.
"That's impossible."
Margaret smiled.
"Then ask him."
Charlotte's phone suddenly rang.
Unknown number.
She answered.
A man's voice spoke.
Old.
Calm.
Familiar.
"Charlotte."
She froze.
"Who is this?"
The man laughed softly.
"You have your mother's eyes."
Charlotte couldn't breathe.
"Who are you?"
The voice answered:
"The man your family buried."
The call ended.
Charlotte slowly lowered the phone.
Daniel looked at her.
"Who was it?"
She stared at the window.
Then whispered:
"My grandfather."
And somewhere across the city, an old man opened a drawer.
Inside was the original Solmere Trust.
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The one document that could prove Charlotte was the heir.
And destroy everyone who had spent thirty years trying to erase her.
