"I want a paternity test. Now."

Damian's voice tore through the room like shrapnel. He stood by the window, fists clenched, eyes blazing - a storm barely contained behind his calm exterior.

Isla flinched, clutching her silk robe tighter around her. "You're shouting," she said quietly, but her tone was edged with mock fragility - the kind she knew made him hesitate.

"I said I want a test, Isla!" Damian snapped again, his voice cracking under the weight of weeks of confusion and guilt. "You've ...