Rosalynn followed with a greeting, her lips pressed tightly together.

Observing Gail's gentle demeanor, Rosalynn couldn't help but feel a strange familiarity.

“Rosa, are you alright?"

Gail swiftly turned to Rosalynn, examining her with palpable concern.

“I'm fine," Rosalynn replied, her voice soft, betraying a flicker of unease.

She wrestled with doubts about the recent DNA results. Were they tampered with, or was there truly no genetic link to Gail?

The fear of her joy being unfounded loomed over her.

"Kyson simply briefed me on the situation. So, who can explain the whole story?" Gail asked again.

Lyndon gazed at Rosalynn and inquired through his gaze who should be the one explaining.

Rosalynn halted and began, “Here's the thing. I encountered Lyndon unexpectedly the day before yesterday, and he offered me a ride. As we neared the university town, we decided to grab Lunch there. While he was parking, a car suddenly charged at me. Thankfully, Lyndon returned just in time and blocked that car with his car. So I was unharmed."

Gail listened, alarmed.

“Why would the driver target you? Was there a vendetta?"

Rosalynn shook her head.

“He fled post-incident. The police later detained him, heavily intoxicated, claiming he was drunk driving."

Gail scowled.

“Drunk driving?"

Rosalynn glanced at Brian, remaining silent.

The police had yet to provide further details.

Brian, with a stern expression, revealed, “Despite appearances, the crash wasn't simply due to intoxication. I've looked into the driver, Darrion Lewis, who suffers from terminal stomach cancer. It seems less like drunk driving and more like a deliberate act under the guise of intoxication."

Gail gasped.