From Forgotten Wife To Fierce Queen - Chapter 205: Chapter 205

In the ward, the two identification officers took hair and blood samples from both Tyson and Paisley.
The entire sample collection process was carried out by these two, under Tyson's watchful eyes.
Since there was no possibility of tampering with the samples, the two of them collected the samples and immediately went for testing overnight.
For a moment, only Tyson and Paisley remained in the ward.
Max and Leo were nowhere to be seen, whether it was to create an opportunity for them to be alone or for some other reason.
Since the old mansion wasn't equipped for paternity tests and Tyson needed proper care and recovery, they all went to the best hospital in Brightmoor at Paisley's suggestion.
On the hospital bed, Tyson looked pale. Weakly, he lowered his sleeve after rolling it up for the blood test.
His eyes, however, remained fixed on Paisley, who was doing the same thing. "Kid, can you tell me why you want a paternity test with me?"
He thought she must have had a reason for doing this. Right now, Tyson was desperate to know what that reason was.
Paisley adjusted her sleeve and met Tyson's gaze. "It's just a doubt that's been in my heart. I wanted to get the answer myself."
Before the results were out, nothing she said would matter. She knew she could tell Tyson everything Christina had done to her over the years.
She could even reveal how Christina hired someone to kill her and used the opportunity to collect her hair sample. But she doubted anything positive would happen after she said all that. If she wasn't Tyson's biological daughter, then none of it would mean anything to him.
At most, he would sympathize with her for a moment. But that wouldn't stop him from recognizing his real daughter. If she was his biological daughter, then many things wouldn't need to be said.
Just the fact that Christina had let Brittany take her identity would not be easily forgiven. She didn't need temporary sympathy. She only wanted the truth.
So before the results came out, she wouldn't say anything. She wouldn't complain about the unfairness of fate, nor would she try to gain Tyson's sympathy or favor through it.
After all, no matter what, she had saved Tyson's life—he owed her, as did the entire Godard family.
At the very least, that was an undeniable fact.
Seeing that Paisley was avoiding the topic, Tyson didn't press further. "Alright, let's just wait for the results."
But deep down, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of anticipation.
This anticipation was even stronger than when he had gone to Harrowfell to see Brittany.
Yet, he forced himself to suppress it. He knew that until the results were in, all his hopes were nothing but illusions.
"Let's change the subject. How did you meet Max?" Tyson wanted to talk to Paisley about something—anything—but the deeper topics were off-limits, so he settled for small talk.
But he was genuinely curious about how his adoptive son had met Paisley.
Paisley saw no reason to hide it, so she answered truthfully. "When I was in Harrowfell, he lived next door. The first time we met was when his leg condition flared up in front of my house. I helped him treat it."
"Oh." Tyson nodded. Max's leg condition had always been a concern for him. "And how have you two been getting along since?"
What he really wanted to know was Paisley's attitude toward Max.
"It's alright." Paisley nodded. "My daughter likes him."
"You..." Tyson hesitated. "You have a daughter?"
"Yes, she's three. And I have a seven-year-old son who lives with my ex-husband," Paisley answered without hesitation.
But it was exactly this straightforward response that made Tyson realize that winning Paisley over wouldn't be easy for Max.
Then suddenly, it hit Tyson. He thought, 'If Paisley is my daughter, wouldn't that make me a grandfather?'
"Can I see a photo of your kids?" Tyson asked, not even realizing how eager he sounded.
"Sure." Paisley took out her phone, found a picture of Serena, and handed it to Tyson.
The moment he saw Serena's sweet and adorable little face, Tyson's heart nearly melted.
In Max's generation of the Godard family, aside from Edmond's son who had married and had children, there hadn't been any new members to the family.
As a result, in such a vast family, there was only one granddaughter. And she wasn't even his—she was Edmond's.
Now, looking at Serena's picture, Tyson couldn't get enough of her. He thought this child was adorable—way cuter than Edmond's granddaughter.
Since it was Paisley's phone, Tyson didn't want to intrude. He returned it to her and asked, "What about your son? Can I see a picture of him too?"
Just as Tyson was eagerly waiting to see Paisley's son, she put away her phone and said, "No."
He thought, 'How could there be none? Is it because the child is with her ex-husband? But even so, that is still her son. There shouldn't be not even a single photo of him.'
He had just looked at the little girl's picture. It was clear that the child was happy, which proved that Paisley was a loving mother.
Tyson had his doubts, but given his current position, it wasn't appropriate to ask further.
The ward fell into silence once again.
Out in the corridor, Max sat on a chair with his head slightly lowered, making it hard to see his expression.
"Max, why aren't you going in?" Leo had just returned from the hospital's forensic department. Ocean, was still standing guard there with his men.
This involved the bloodline of the Godard family, so there was no room for mistakes.
Leo glanced at the tightly shut ward door, a complex expression flashing across his face as he sat down beside Max.
After being by Max's side for so long, Leo rarely saw him so invested in a woman.
Leo thought, 'If Ms. Sutton really is Mr. Godard's daughter, what would Max do?' But then again, he thought about it and figured it probably wouldn't matter much.
"Max, even if Ms. Sutton is Mr. Godard's daughter, you two aren't biologically related. When the time comes, Mr. Godard can just dissolve the adoption.
"You'll go from being his adopted son to his son-in-law; wouldn't that work too?" The moment Leo finished speaking, he regretted it. He thought if that happened, Max would no longer be able to inherit.
While Leo was still struggling with his thoughts, he had no idea that his words had lit up a path for Max like a guiding light.
Finally, at dawn, the paternity test results came out.
"The results are in." Ocean walked over with two forensic specialists, holding the report in his hands.
Max, who had been waiting in the corridor all night, quickly stepped forward. "What's the result?"
"Max, I haven't looked at it. As soon as the report came out, I brought it over." Ocean really hadn't read it, but from the expressions of the two forensic specialists, he had already guessed the outcome.
Inside the ward, Paisley had barely slept all night.
After a night of rest, Tyson looked much better.
Max knocked and entered. "The results are out."
Paisley's body stiffened slightly as she looked at the report in Ocean's hands.
Ocean handed the report to Tyson. "Sir, it's better if you read it yourself."
Tyson had seen countless reports in his life, but none had ever felt as "heavy" as this one. It was so "heavy" that he had to adjust his grip twice just to hold it steady.
Before opening it, he looked deeply at Paisley. Paisley's intense gaze, however, remained fixed on that report.
The report that would finally give her an answer. At last, Tyson took a deep breath and slowly opened the report.
Paisley felt like her heart was about to leap out of her chest. She watched as Tyson flipped to the last page, his eyes locking onto the final line: [Based on the DNA analysis, the results support that Tyson is Paisley's biological father.]