Inside the envelope lay the answers the quadruplets had sought for so long. Their hearts raced as they read the results: a perfect match to Jacob. He was indeed their biological father. The truth was undeniable, irrefutable—Jacob’s accusations had been baseless, driven by prejudice and fear.
Yet the revelation brought no joy, only a deep, bittersweet sense of vindication. Olivia had always believed in the integrity of her love, and now the world knew it too. The siblings shared a silent moment of reflection, thinking about the years lost to doubt and the strength their mother had shown.
With the truth in hand, they reached out to Jacob. They didn’t approach him with anger or resentment but with a desire to heal the wounds that had festered for three decades. They weren’t looking for a relationship, but they needed him to understand the pain his abandonment had caused—and
