Inside the envelope lay the truth, a revelation that would turn the page on three decades of whispered suspicions and latent prejudices. The DNA results confirmed what Olivia had always known in her heart: Jacob was indeed the biological father of her quadruplets. The findings were irrefutable, solidifying their lineage and silencing the murmurs that had haunted them for years.
The siblings gathered around their mother, their hearts filled with a mixture of vindication and anger. It was a bittersweet moment. While they had proven the doubters wrong, the evidence also illuminated the absence of a father who had denied them. They could not help but wonder about the years lost to misunderstanding and bias, and their hearts ached for Olivia, who had borne the brunt of their father’s rejection with unwavering strength.
Olivia looked at her children with pride, her eyes moist with unshed tears. She had always believed in the truth of their bond, a truth that transcended skin color and societal prejudice. “It’s what I’ve always known,” she whispered, her voice filled with a quiet triumph. “And now you know it, too. Sometimes, the world needs proof, but we’ve always had love.”
