Isolde lounged against the sofa, her posture loose and indolent.A teasing glint flashed in her eyes as she provoked Sandra. "You said it yourself, didn't you? With money and power, nothing is impossible. Fine. I'll just take it easy, let Alan support me, give me money to spend. That doesn't sound so bad, does it?""You!" Sandra flared, then suddenly seemed to recall something and laughed sharply. "In your dreams. How long do you think Alan will really treat you well?"She tightened her hold on the child, leaned closer to Isolde, and lowered her voice. "Isolde, are you still waiting for that paternity test? Do you know the greatest advantage of being the mistress of the Princetons?"She spoke slowly, each word heavy with absolute confidence. "It's having total control, making everyone bow. In Southbridge, whether you test one hospital, 10, 20, or even 100, the results will always be exactly what I want."Sandra's smile grew smug. "Isolde, you think a paternity test can turn things
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