Ronan Keating fell into complete silence upon hearing Eleanor Sterling’s words.
His thin lips parted repeatedly, but he couldn’t utter a single word for a long time.
On the other hand, Yvette Ray exclaimed in surprise, "Eleanor, are you serious? Are you really a child of The Keating Family?"
Eleanor Sterling wanted to confirm it, but she felt that without absolute evidence, everything seemed lacking in confidence.
Suddenly, she grabbed Ronan Keating’s hand, "Since we’re siblings, let’s do a paternity test."
This was the most direct, quick, and simple way.
Eleanor Sterling had always been decisive and straightforward.
Once she made up her mind, she sprang into action without any hesitation, immediately pulling Ronan Keating to the laboratory.
When Ronan Keating and Eleanor Sterling arrived at the lab, Elder Sawyer and others were still tirelessly researching the poison.
After entering, Eleanor said, "Sorry to bother you, but can someone help me with a paternity test? I need the answer as quickly as possible."
Elder Sawyer looked at Eleanor Sterling in surprise, "What, have you found your biological father?"
A few hours later, the instant results were out.
Eleanor Sterling and Ronan Keating did indeed have a blood relationship; they were true siblings.
Upon seeing the results, Ronan Keating’s complexion changed dramatically.
He had considered Giselle Keating his sister for over twenty years, and now, suddenly learning that she had no relation to him, was understandably hard to accept.
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She knew Faye Sterling hadn’t lied to her, and she had already vaguely guessed Faye’s purpose in telling her.
It was nothing more than a sense of imbalance, a desire to bring down Giselle Keating.
Whether or not she would take action against Giselle was one thing, but she would definitely not allow Giselle to touch her man.
Eleanor Sterling ignored Ronan and went directly to Elder Sawyer to discuss her crazy idea of using poison to treat the poison in her body.
Upon hearing this, Elder Sawyer’s face turned grave.
"Eleanor, are you aware of the consequences of doing this?"
Eleanor Sterling pressed her lips together, fully aware of it. From the moment the idea formed in her mind, she had considered all the possible consequences.
She looked at Elder Sawyer and said seriously, "Yes, if it succeeds, I won’t need to be controlled by the poison anymore. If it fails, I’ll die with my child."
Elder Sawyer flatly refused, "No way! I absolutely do not agree. You should wait until we have thoroughly researched the poison!"
"Master, please let me try," Eleanor’s expression was resolute, "I can’t bear to watch Alaric Faulkner marry another woman. If he has to be with another woman because of me, I’d rather die."
"Fenrir will definitely not be satisfied with just Alaric Faulkner marrying Giselle Keating. What if he demands more later? What if he wants Alaric and Giselle to have a child?"
Eleanor contemplated Fenrir’s trajectory and felt his next step might very well be something like that.
In that case, she truly would feel worse than death.
The tainted feelings would be like a mirror with cracks, never to be mended.
Elder Sawyer sighed, his heart aching, "Eleanor, you are my dearest disciple. How could I bear to watch you die? That’s why we chose the slower method."
Alaric Faulkner surely feels the same, otherwise, he, a prodigy, wouldn’t have agreed to Franklin Faulkner’s demands repeatedly.
Because he only wants Eleanor Sterling to survive, everything else is of no concern to him.
Eleanor steeled herself, gritting her teeth, "If you refuse, I’ll go to the Quincy Family Head and try their exclusive poison myself!"