The DNA paternity report confirmed that Jessica was indeed Horace and Brittany''s biological daughter.


    Brittany was stunned. Deep down, she had already convinced herself that Jessica wasn''t her child, an instinct every mother knew all too well.


    But now, with the DNA test right before her eyes that showed Jessica as her daughter, she had no choice but to ept the facts and trust the science.


    Jessica looked at Horace and Brittany. "What are you doing?"


    Horace quickly put the DNA report away. Since Jessica was their daughter, they couldn''t let her know they had been testing her DNA. "Your mother and I were just going over some documents."


    Jessica nodded, then stepped forward to link her arm with Brittany''s, acting yful. "Mom, your receptionist stopped me froming in. Do I really need an appointment just to see you?"


    Brittany nced at her receptionist. "Next time Jessicaes, just let her in."


    "Alright, Ms. Brewer," the receptionist replied.


    Jessica smiled, satisfied. "Mom, you haven''t forgotten what we talked about yesterday, right? Now that I''ve joined thepany, where will you put me?" Brittany answered, "You can start by interning in the marketing department." What? Marketing internship? Working as a regr employee?


    Jessica felt a sharp sting of disappointment. She had hoped Brittany would hand her the reins to their top luxury jewelry brand and groom her into the new CEO.


    "You want me to work in marketing? I don''t want to!"


    "Then where do you want to go?"


    "I want to run the jewelry brand under Brewer Enterprise."


    Brittany exchanged a nce with Horace, who furrowed his brows "That jewelry brand is worth billions, and you have no experience in jewelry at all. She can''t just hand it over to you."


    Brittany added, "You have to be grounded. You''re my daughter, and one day, everything I have will be yours. But right now, you''re not ready. You have to start at the bottom. If you work hard, you''ll rise quickly."


    Jessica''s anger red. She pulled her arm free from Brittany''s grasp. "I don''t want to work in marketing!"


    Brittany stood her ground. "This isn''t a game. I can''t risk the futures of so many employees or the fate of the jewelry brand in your hands."


    "You don''t care about me at all! Hmph!" Jessica spun on her heel and ran off. Brittany tried to call after her. "Jessica!"


    But then everything went dark for Brittany, and she copsed to the floor.


    Horace reacted instantly, his arm reaching out to catch her waist and pull her gently into his arms. "Brittany? What''s wrong?"


    Brittany''s face was pale as paper. Leaning weakly against Horace, she whispered, "My head hurts."


    Horace asked, "Is the toxin in your body still affecting you?"


    She nodded faintly.


    Without hesitation, Horace lifted her in his arms and carried her to the private lounge. Heid Brittany carefully on the bed. Her whole body trembled, chilled by a sudden cold.


    Horace immediately turned on the air conditioner, quickly switching it to heat. He grabbed a nket and covered her. "Feeling better?"


    Brittany was shivering, but Horace''s body radiated a strong, healthy warmth. She reached out and wrapped her arms around him. “Hold me.”


    Horace hesitated, theny down on the bed beside her.


    Brittany instinctively curled into his embrace, her hands wandering restlessly under his shirt.


    He gently held her hands down. "Hey, behaye yourself."