8 ##Chapter 8 The DNA test results were like a bomb, tearing the seemingly respectable Franklin family to shreds. Ella knelt on the marble floor, sobbing hysterically, her disheveled hair sticking to her cheeks as she clutched her belly desperately, screaming: "It's not true! There must be a mistake! The child... the child belongs to the Franklin family!" Mrs. Franklin's face was deathly pale, her breathing rapid, her chest heaving as if she might suffocate at any moment. She'd already been overwhelmed by the scandal, but now what she heard wasn't just betrayal-it was complete humiliation. Ella hadn't just destroyed her son's marriage; she'd brought shame to the entire Franklin family. "Slut!" She flew into a rage, striking Ella across the face. The sharp sound echoed through the spacious living room. Ella's cheek swelled instantly as she fell to the ground, her sobs becoming hoarse. "You've disgraced our entire family!" Mr. Franklin's face was iron-dark as he pointed at Axel, his voice thunderous: "You fool! For this kind of woman, you destroyed your marriage, your career, and the entire Franklin family!" Axel stood frozen, as if drained of blood. His eyes were hollow, his voice trembling: "Impossible... she said the child was mine... I was just trying to be responsible..." Ella crawled over, desperately clutching his legs, her cries piercing: "Axel! You have to believe me! The child really is yours!" Axel shoved her away violently, his eyes complex and desperate, a low sound emerging from his throat: "Ella... what was all this for?" The house erupted in chaos. Roars, sobs, and despair intertwined-the once high-and-mighty elite family now resembled a farce. Meanwhile, I sat in the James Group office. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city's neon lights and camera flashes flickered, and I could still hear the reporters' commotion through the glass. A thick divorce agreement lay spread on the desk. I gripped the pen, my lips pressed lightly together, my fingers steady as I signed with a capital strike. The pen traced across paper, leaving a sharp signature. Snap-the document closed. Kate collected the papers, her lips curving in a cold smile: "Perfect, Grace. From today on, you have no relationship with the Franklin family." I leaned back in my chair, exhaling deeply, finally lifting the burden that had pressed on my chest for too long. The air was clean, clear, and transparent. "What's next?" My voice was light but carried a long-absent hardness. Kate raised an eyebrow, her gaze sharp: "We're not just getting divorced. We're going to make them pay. The child not being from the Franklin family-that's the sharpest blade in your hand. When the news spreads, the media will tear them apart, shareholders will abandon them, and peers will watch them become a laughingstock. Grace, they'll kneel and beg for mercy." I gazed at her, my lips slowly curving upward, my eyes cold as ice yet burning with the fire of war. "Exactly what I want." Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!