Luciana retorted.

“Luciana, what are you implying..." Katie asked, feigning confusion.

With icy detachment, Luciana disclosed, "Perhaps you're unaware, but Abel still has living relatives. I've secured his biological sample!"

Katie's hands trembled beneath the table, yet she strove for composure. “Luciana, surely you're jesting. Even if you found it, that has nothing to do with me."

She caressed her belly softly and added, "This child isn't his."

Katie believed that by refusing a paternity test, Luciana would have no leverage over her.

Luciana offered a faint smile. "The sample you left at the Glyn family's private hospital? I've secured it, and it's currently being tested. With modern technology, we'll have accurate results within 24 hours."

“Katie, Listen up!" Luciana's voice was laden with grief. “I will see that you answer for your recklessness!"

With those final words, Luciana exited swiftly and decisively.

Now alone and trembling with fear, Katie was in a daze since this confrontation was precisely what she feared the most.

Once Luciana was gone, Katie stood up, her legs nearly giving way beneath her.

"Careful!" The supervisor hurried to steady her.

Shaking, Katie returned to her cell, where sleep eluded her, and she tossed and turned with restlessness.

Suddenly sitting up, Katie whispered to herself, “I can't just sit here and wait for the end!"

In the silence of the night.

An urgent alarm pierced the stillness of the detention center.

Accompanied by the hurried footsteps of the supervisor, who, upon opening the door, discovered Katie in a pool of blood.

The supervisor screamed for medical assistance, “The pregnant woman in 202... She's slit her wrists. We need an ambulance now!"

The supervisor attempted to stem the bleeding with basic first aid, but the blood flowed copiously from deep cuts.

Soon, paramedics arrived, placing Katie on a stretcher and rushing her to an ambulance as its sirens blared.