The frown on Grace's forehead deepened as the certainty she had clung to the fact that she was nothing but an unwanted mistake meant for the slaughter —was suddenly slipping through her fingers. Her mother also had been made to believe a lie and almost jeopardized her future.
Martin's expression softened. "We expect you to give us a chance to prove our sincerity, but if like your mother, you chose to despise us, it's still okay. It's already a blessing that we know that you exist and doing fine."
The room was silent again, but this time, it felt different. It was less like battle lines were drawn and more like an unsteady bridge was forming.
Jace finally spoke. "Let's stop beating about the bush and be clear on one thing. What do you want now?"
"They want to do a DNA test," Sir Washington exposed them casually, as if it had nothing to do with him.
