Chapter Sixty Eight

Kylie’s Pov

The weight of those words, “Mr. Norway, Ryan is not your son,” crashed upon me, shattering the fragile hope I had held on to. My eyes met Arnold's, wide with disbelief, as I vehemently rejected the devastating result. “No, no, that is not possible. That result is not true,” I pleaded desperately.

I turned to Arnold, grasping him as I tried to rise from the emotional wreckage. “Arnold, you have to believe me. Ryan is your son. I haven't been with anyone except you. Please, you have to believe me.” My words fell into an icy void as Arnold responded with a coldness I had never encountered before. “I should believe you over a test run by technology,” he said, his voice cutting through my pleas.

His accusation that Camilla was behind this added fuel to the fire. “It has to be her. I told you she would do anything to separate us,” I insisted, clinging desperately to the belief that there had to be a nefarious force at play.

Arnold's anger boiled over, and I found myself on the