The moment Allison stepped out of Kellan's house, her expression turned ice-cold. She slammed the gas pedal, racing toward the genetic testing center.

"The DNA results are in," Dr. Preston Evans said, handing her the paternity report before leaving to give her privacy.

Allison clutched the thin sheet of paper as if it weighed a ton. She took a deep breath, opened the report, and read the conclusion: "There is no biological relationship!" A whirlwind of emotions swirled inside her. Although the clue she had hoped would provide answers ended abruptly, a feeling of unexpected relief washed over her. At least she wasn't blood-related to Kellan.

The testing center was professional and discreet. There were no cameras, and the soundproofing was impeccable, ensuring complete confidentiality. After a moment of contemplation, Allison folded the report, pulled out her phone, and called Gordon.

"Help me investigate Kellan's mother. I need everything you can dig up, no matter how deep," she ordered.

Gordon hesitated, then recognized the voice. A hint of unhappiness laced his reply. "Boss, you finally remembered I exist. I thought you'd forgotten me again."

"I had expected his return to Cobweb, but he was nowhere to be found," she thought. Allison had no time for jokes. "This is serious, Gordon. I trust you," she said firmly.

"Don't worry, I'm on it!" Gordon replied, laughing. "I knew something was brewing when you called out of the blue. But seriously, when are you going to see us again? The team has been waiting, and they're so excited they barely pay attention to me anymore."

"Soon," Allison replied. She had been overwhelmed lately, struggling to make time for anything.

After hanging up, she was about to leave the center when a familiar voice interrupted her. "Allison!"

Colton and Melany were waiting, having seen her car. Seeing them, Allison frowned in disgust. "What do you want now? Have you really stooped so low as to follow me?" Her gaze was filled with contempt, causing Colton to squirm. Pushed by Lindy, Colton reluctantly apologized, though his words stumbled.

"I've been reflecting on what happened," he said, his voice strained. "I was wrong, and I'm here to apologize on Melany's behalf as well. I shouldn't have copied your perfume; it was all a misunderstanding." Colton's expression was conflicted. "My mom talks about you a lot, and my grandpa misses you too. If you have a moment, they'd love to see you. Just because we're divorced doesn't mean we have to be enemies."

Allison listened to his long speech, realizing he hadn't gotten to the point. Folding his arms, she asked coldly, "So you've come all this way to ramble? What do you really want?"

Colton hesitated, surprised by her attitude. But Melany intervened, pleading, "My treat. You can hit me or yell at me; I'll accept it. But I did it all for Colton. You, more than anyone, should understand how I feel. You used to love him deeply, didn't you? Even if that love turned to hate, we don't need to make a scene here."

His words seemed aimed at reconciliation. Allison's response was indifferent. "Love turned to hate? You mean nothing to me. Why would I waste my time on that?"

He pressed the button on his car keys, opened the door, and prepared to leave. Listening to his nonsense was draining her energy.

"Wait!" Colton's anxiety spiked as he saw her about to leave. His brow furrowed before he blurted out, "You've already secured the partnership with the Everett Group." He tried to sway her. "But Allison, the Stevens Group needs this deal more than you do. Whatever it takes, we will pay. After all, the business is my grandfather's legacy. You wouldn't want the Stevens Group to miss out on such an important opportunity, would you?"

Allison let out a genuine laugh, amused by his blatant self-interest. "It's not my problem."