I woke up again in a private hospital room.

Suddenly, the door burst open violently as Marco stormed in with his parents and Fiore.

"Dr. Romano, I need you to write up a medical certificate stating she’s infertile. I'm divorcing this barren woman. She can’t give me a child!"

Marco's parents stood coldly to the side, clearly endorsing this absurd charade.

I stared at them coldly, like I was watching a circus of clowns.

Vincent did not look up, just calmly flipped open the medical chart in his hands. His tone was utterly flat as he replied, "I'm sorry, Mr. Gallante. I can't issue that certificate."

He paused, adjusting his wire-rimmed glasses. "She's three months pregnant. It's a boy."

Fiore's smile froze instantly, while Marco's parents stared in shock.

Marco's face turned beet red as he rushed to my bedside. He jabbed his finger at my nose and roared, "Impossible! That's absolutely impossible! She's been taking the birth control pills I gave her every day! There's no way she could be pregnant!"

He growled, "Chiara, you're so shameless! How dare you cheat on me?! Whose runt is this?!"

Fiore covered her mouth, looking heartbroken. "Chiara, how could you do something like this just to compete for Marco's attention... You're betraying Marco and disgracing the family honor."

Carmine’s face darkened. He had always dreamed of an heir, but in a mafia family, blood purity mattered more than anything else.

"If it is not Gallante blood, then we're not keeping it. It's only going to bring shame to the family."

Then, he coldly ordered, "Dr. Romano, prepare for surgery and deal with it now."

I let out a cold laugh, my voice hoarse but unwavering. "Don, are you sure you want to personally kill your grandson?"

I pulled out a report from under my pillow and hurled it at Marco's face with all my strength. "Open your eyes and look carefully... See if this is Gallante blood or not?!"

It was a chorionic villus DNA test report.

"Based on the analysis, the samples supported a biological parent-child relationship, with a 99.99% match. Mr. Gallante, this is an expedited prenatal paternity test. I'm certain there's no mistake.

"Also, medically speaking, no birth control is 100% effective. There's always a failure rate."

Marco's face shifted through a spectrum of emotions. He probably recalled that night three months ago when he was blackout drunk, and my mortified expression when he woke up.

The DNA report was irrefutable proof, so he could only accept one explanation: he was so virile that even birth control could not stop him.

Carmine hesitated slightly. Eventually, he waved his hand and signaled the bodyguards to stand down.

Marco looked at me with a complicated expression, full of anger and suspicion, but beneath it all was a sick kind of ecstasy.

I looked at his foolish face and sneered even harder. "Don't thank God just yet."

I spoke slowly, my voice quiet, yet it made everyone in the room hold their breath.

"What I am about to take out next will be enough to drag the entire Gallante family into total ruin."