He had always believed Elvira to be a well-behaved, kind girl, albeit a tad headstrong.

Lyndon turned his gaze towards Rena, his voice trembling as he uttered,

“Let's have a conversation."

Elvira, born into a wealthy family, had grown accustomed to having her whims catered to.

In a tone devoid of emotion, Elvira remarked, "Dad, what is there to discuss with her? At best, you could give her some money, much Like dismissing a beggar."

Upon uttering those words, a resounding slap struck her face.

It came from Lyndon.

It marked the first time Lyndon had ever laid a hand on Elvira.

Trembling, he stammered, “Elvira, she is your sister! She is my daughter, not a beggar."

Elvira's complexion pated.

How could this be?

How could Lyndon be aware of Rena's true parentage?

Elvira had torn the letter into shreds.

A profound silence hung in the air. The presence of several policemen couldn't quell the tumult within their hearts. The renowned musician,

Lyndon, had another child. But where did this child come from?

Rena interrupted him with icy detachment, “Mr. Coleman, you cannot speak recklessly."

She locked her gaze onto Lyndon's eyes and enunciated each word deliberately, "My name is Rena Gordon and my father is Darren Gordon. I am the offspring of Darren and Reina. I have no connection to you."

Lyndon's Lips quivered.

He had never fathomed that Rena harbored such profound animosity towards him, to the extent that she refused to acknowledge him as her father.

With hands shaking uncontrollably, he extracted a document from his pocket. It bore the weight of a DNA identification report, with a Line of text at the bottom, proclaiming, “Lyndon Coleman and Rena Gordon are confirmed as biological father and daughter.”

Lyndon choked back sobs as he muttered, “In light of this evidence, can you still assert that we have nothing to do with each other?"

Gently, Rena accepted the DNA identification report into her grasp.