NovelFastChapter 543 No More Games Sarah... was Tyler? Jean felt a flicker of surprise, but it didn't last long. She had assumed that Tyler and Sarah must have known each other-may even had skind of unspoken alliance. After all, the painting had been sharp, symbolic, even vicious in its irony. It made sense to think Sarah had collaborated with the mysterious artist behind it. But the truth was far simpler, and far sharper.
Sarah hadn't just arranged the painting. She was the painter.
In hindsight, it shouldn't have been a shock. This was Sarah after all. In her second life, she had embraced the image of the strong, capable woman, accumulating skills and identities like armor. Having a secret artistic alter ego was hardly out of character.
Jean felt no anger. Just a quiet, wry recognition. She hadn't paid enough attention when she read the all those years ago. She hadn't bothered to memorize Sarah's many aliases. If she had, she never would have sought Tyler out in the first place. Back then, when she'd approached Sarah-unknowingly-about the painting, the woman had resisted at first. That made sense now. Sarah likely hadn't known who she was dealing with. But Jean had revealed just enough personal information to paint a picture. Not a name, but a family. A background. A few carefully chosen details meant to impress and persuade.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt had worked.
Sarah, sharp as ever, must have figured it out. And when she did, she agreed to the job-probably with a smile.
Now everything made sense. The "True and False Phoenix" wasn't just clever. It was calculated. And this banquet-Sienna's birthday celebration-was the day Sarah had chosen to pull the curtain back.
Jean felt a hollow sort of amusement. So she'd handed Sarah the perfect stage without even realizing it. It was... well played.
But if Sarah thought that revealing the truth would crush her, she was sorely mistaken. There was no hurt, no panic-just a quiet resignation. So be it. The only thing this revelation changed was the timeline. Jean would be leaving the Ginger family a little sooner than expected. That was all.
In the center of the room, Sienna stood frozen, her expression unreadable. The shock hadn't quite faded from her eyes. The artist she had admired for so long-Tyler-was her daughter? But then why the painting? Why deliver such a message this way? Was it a hint? A challenge? Skind of smug performance meant to put her on the spot? Sienna's admiration soured, twisting into discomfort. She didn't like people who tried to outsmart her with flair and metaphor. She especially didn't like being manipulated.
Sarah must have seen the shift in her expression, because her fingers curled around the edges of her purse with sudden tension. Her eyes flicked downward. Then, as if steeling herself, she reached into the bag and pulled out two neatly folded documents.
She stepped forward without hesitation and held them out to Sienna.
There was no more use in playing coy.
"I didn't chere to beat around the bush,” Sarah said, her voice low but steady. "These are paternity test Chapter 543 No More Games results. One proves I'm your biological daughter. The other confirms that Jean... isn't.
The words dropped like a stone into the center of the room.
Silence followed-thick, total, and absolute. The music had long since faded. All conversation stopped. People turned to stare. No one moved.
The only sounds were the faint rustles of breath and the sharp, quiet inhales that followed.
Until now, most of the guests had no idea what was happening. They hadn't caught the quiet war of words between Sarah and Sienna. They had just assumed that Sarah was a reckless outsider with no sense of timing or etiquette.
But now? Now they understood.
So this girl had clooking for her birth mother.
And her mother... was Sienna Ginger? The Ginger family had a missing daughter? Or no-worse.
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