When Octavia saw the results of the paternity test, she stood frozen, utterly stunned.
“You’re Sommer’s daughter?”
It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. But Octavia couldn’t wrap her head around one detail—why had Sommer gone to such lengths to hide Hester’s parentage?
Unless… Hester wasn’t Desmond’s child.
That was the only explanation that made sense for Sommer’s secrecy all these years.
So, their meeting at Verdant Peak had been orchestrated from the very start. Sommer had planned everything. She had wanted her own child to return to the Sutton family, and when no natural opportunity presented itself, she’d simply created one—staging a “chance” encounter, then adopting Hester.
This way, Hester could legitimately become her daughter.
Such calculation. Such cunning.
No wonder, the moment Hester returned, Sommer’s eyes never left her. She’d tried everything to formally adopt Hester as her own.
Now it all made sense.
Octavia forced herself to think clearly. Her muddled gaze sharpened as realization dawned.
“The plane crash… Was that your doing?”
“Yes,” Hester replied, her tone light, almost playful. “I have some connections to the Watson family. As for what kind, I won’t tell you. What matters is, everything that happened in Glenwood was set up well in advance. They were never coming back.”
She swung her legs back and forth, completely at ease, as if discussing the weather.

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