From Forgotten Wife To Fierce Queen - Chapter 206: Chapter 206

Tyson read the results aloud as if he were reciting a passage from a textbook.
"This... what does this mean?" His eyes turned red as he looked at the others in shock.
"What else could it mean? Sir, you are Ms. Sutton's biological father!" Ocean was so overwhelmed with joy that tears streamed down his face.
Even though he had already guessed it from the specialists' expressions, when Tyson read it out loud, he still couldn't help but feel deeply moved. It was as if he had gained a daughter himself, his emotions surging, making him want to take flight.
Tyson knew exactly what the test results meant. He thought, 'How could Ms. Sutton be my daughter?'
Tyson searched for Paisley in the ward, his eyes locking onto her without a moment's hesitation.
Her once pale face turned rosy, as if revived by the overwhelming emotions surging within her.
"Daughter, I-I..." Tyson, the authoritative and decisive leader of the Godard family, found himself at a loss for words in front of Paisley.
Paisley stared at the report still clutched in Tyson's hands, unable to look away.
Just then, one of the staff members handed her a copy of the report that belonged to her.
Unlike Tyson, who had flipped straight to the last page for the result, Paisley started from the very first word on the first page, reading carefully, turning each page slowly, unwilling to miss a single detail.
The ward fell into silence as everyone watched her quietly.
Finally, she reached the last line of the last page—the same conclusion Tyson had read aloud earlier: [Based on the DNA analysis, the results support that Tyson is Paisley's biological father.]
Below that were the signatures of the two examiners and the official seal of Brightmoor Hospital, symbolizing absolute fairness and accuracy.
Paisley's gaze lingered on that one crucial line, reading it over and over.
A storm of emotions crashed over her all at once, overwhelming both her mind and heart. She didn't know how to feel—it was all too complicated.
Then, without warning, a single tear slipped from her eye, landing on the report. A tiny splash blossomed on the paper before the moisture began to spread. Then came a second tear, and a third...
Her vision blurred, and afraid that her tears would further soak the report, she quickly wiped her face with her hand.
"Use this." Max held out a tissue to her.
"Thank you..." Paisley pulled out several tissues at once, pressing them against her eyes.
She lowered her head, her long, smooth hair falling over her face, shielding it from view.
The others couldn't see her expression, but they could see her trembling shoulders.
Max stood beside her, his deep-set eyes filled with unspoken sorrow and compassion.
Even Ocean and Leo, two grown men standing side by side, had reddened eyes.
There were no dramatic embraces or uncontrollable sobbing like in other emotional reunions between long-lost family members. Yet, this scene before them felt even more deeply moving.
Even the two experienced examiners, who had seen countless such moments, found themselves affected.
Tyson lay in bed, trying several times to sit up, only to fail due to his weakness. He could only lean against the bed, silently watching Paisley cry.
He believed that Paisley must have suffered so much.
Tyson's eyes burned, and tears slipped from the corners, trailing down his face. His grip on the report tightened.
The tissues Paisley pressed against her eyes were already soaked with tears. She could feel the dampness with her fingertips.
She sniffled and lifted her head. Her eyes were red, and tears still clung to her cheeks, not yet wiped away.
"Sorry for the scene," she whispered, pulling out more tissues to dry her face. "I normally don't cry."
She didn't even know why she said that.
It was as if she were a stubborn child, trying to prove her strength to a parent. Her words made Tyson's heart tighten.
Tyson thought, 'Why shouldn't she cry? My daughter should be free to live as she pleases.'
He gazed at Paisley deeply, his eyes filled with endless guilt.
" I'm sorry." Tyson's voice choked with emotion. H felt he owed her too much. If she had grown up by his side, she would have lived carefree. Even if she had been reckless or willful, he had the means to indulge her. But she hadn't grown up with him.
Tyson didn't even dare to imagine how she had survived all these years.
He thought, 'What hardships has she endured to become who she was today?'
The thought of it made Tyson uneasy. Facing Paisley, he felt awkward and helpless. He had no idea how to approach this daughter to whom he owed so much.
Choking up, he could only repeat. "I'm sorry, my child... I'm so sorry..."
He didn't even dare to call himself "Dad." He was far too unfit for this role.
The vibe in the ward grew heavy. Ocean noticed Tyson's awkwardness.
Wiping away the tears at the corner of his eyes, he forced a smile. "This is supposed to be a happy day. Why is everyone crying? Sir found his biological daughter—we should be smiling instead."
"Yeah, we should be laughing." Leo, of course, played along with his uncle, forcing out an awkward laugh.
Max shot him a sidelong glance and raised a hand to cover his mouth. "Too noisy."
Leo tried to struggle, but Max didn't give him the chance. With his hand still firmly over Leo's mouth, he dragged him toward the door, his movements rough and decisive, leaving no room for resistance.
Turning to Ocean and the two identification specialists, he said, "Everyone, step outside."
Ocean responded immediately, hurrying out with the two specialists.
To be honest, he had no idea how to handle such an emotional scene. And so, once again, only Paisley and Tyson remained in the ward.
By now, Paisley had stopped crying and regained her composure.
However, her red eyes and nose still seemed to tell a story of grievances, stabbing at Tyson's heart.
Nervously, he flipped the identification report open and shut, utterly at a loss for what to do. He had never imagined that he would reunite with his biological daughter under these circumstances.
This wasn't the scenario he had envisioned.
"I want to know..." Paisley spoke calmly, looking straight at Tyson. "Why did you leave back then?"
Tyson's restless hands froze instantly. He knew Paisley was asking why he had left Enya all those years ago.
A sharp pain pierced his heart.
That decision was like a dagger lodged deep inside him—every time he thought about it, the wound tore open again.