Her tone had lost most of the earlier sharpness now, replaced by something closer to weariness. The adrenaline from the confrontation had begun to fade, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion.
"I grew up in a small village. My father and brother are still there." She folded her arms loosely afterward, as if physically bracing herself against the weight of the conversation. "So why exactly should I go through hospital testing just because people suddenly decided I resemble someone?"
Honestly, from her perspective, the entire situation felt ridiculous. She had spent her whole life as nobody's secret, nobody's hidden heir, nobody's scandal. She was simply Daniella—a girl from nowhere who had somehow ended up at the center of everyone's chaos.
"People resemble each other all the time," Daniella continued calmly, though her eyes flickered with something unreadable. "That doesn't automatically make them relatives."
