His question took her by surprise.
By the side, Vera and Mrs Grayson had disentangled from their hug.
"What do you-" Morgan began, but stopped. She couldn't speak. Her chest tightened, bile rose up to her throat, and she began shaking her head, muttering, "no, no," she said underneath her breath.
The realisation of what this could be was beginning to dawn on her.
Her legs felt weak; she wanted to sit, she couldn't stand. The envelope Morgan has brought in is now lying on the floor close to her legs, but she doesn't care. She doesn't even notice it.
She kept rereading the result, then back, which was blank, desperately wishing this was a lie. There was no way she wasn't a Grayson.
"Stop pretending that you don't know, Morgan. You can't fool us." Mrs. Grayson screamed from where she was seated.
"How could you be so mean? What did you stand to gain?" Davis, the younger brother, asked again.
"Wealth, she must have thought she could get some shares through deception. Thank God Vera could see through her." It was Liam.
His voice sounded as distant as it always sounded when he spoke to her.
He stepped away from the back of the couch, he was standing, and made his way to Vera.
Mrs Grayson walked to Morgan, so Liam took her place on the couch. He held her hand in hers and used a finger to lift her chin and shift her gaze towards him.
"You'll be fine. We're here for you." To Vera, his voice was soft.
"This is not possible. This can't be happening," Morgan said, something warm sliding through her cheeks. Her shoulders were slumped, and she kept looking at the paper she held.
"Oh, it must have taken you by surprise that your little secret was found out." Mrs. Grayson said.
"I'm just finding this out myself. How would I have known?" Tears slid down her cheeks, dropping on the paper.
"Miss Silver," Mrs. Grayson called, her eyes still pinned on Morgan.
Heels clicked softly on the floor, and soon a lady in her late thirties with brown hair stepped out. Her eyes were lowered, and she stopped a few feet away from Morgan.
"You said she paid you to drop the clues about her being my biological daughter." Silver nodded.
She narrated how Morgan had stopped her and blackmailed her, then asked her to switch Vera's hair with her. She ended with the words, "I'm so sorry, I never should have listened to her. I should have come to you first. But I was scared of what she could do.
"I'm sorry it took me this long to apologise and try to make things right. I hope you forgive me."
By the time she was down speaking, Morgan was sobbing.
Morgan shook her head, her face now red, snorting through her tears; it was a sour sight, a heartbreaking moment, but her tears didn't move anyone in the room.
"I never met Miss Silver before coming here." She said between sobs.
"Liar." Miss Silver screamed. She was Mrs. Grayson's assistant.
"If you dare lie one more time, don't blame me for hitting you." Grayson Margaret yelled.
"Mom, please, don't yell at her. She may be mistaken. She knows you hate lies, she isn't lying to make you angry." Vera said.
Her head is on Liam's chest, but she is facing Morgan.
Morgan looked to the side. Vera smirked at her, but it was gone before anyone could see it.
"You!" Morgan pointed at Vera. She knew Vera didn't like her and would always try to instigate fights between them or lie that Morgan hurt her.
Each time, everyone took sides with her.
"You are behind this, aren't you?" Vera was doing it again, instigating things with her words. Morgan stood slowly.
"What are you talking about, Morgan?" Liam frowned at her while Davis, who is now standing close to Vera, glared at her.
Morgan ignored their words and looks.
"You bribed Miss Silver, didn't you? You pay her to fabricate lies and do all this?"
"Sister Morgan, why would you say that?"
"No need to call her sister, she is not your sister," Davis said.
"Mom, Dad, can't you see? Vera is behind this, she is trying to destroy our relationship, I'm sure she paid Miss Silver to create this entire drama to deceive you and her also-"
A sharp sound resounded across the room.
Morgan held her face, "If you dare say another word against my daughter, I'll rip out your tongue, understand!"
Five lines spread across Morgan's face.
Morgan is surprised that her mother raised her hand in her, but her surprise is washed away by the painful heat spreading over her cheeks.
"Mom," she whispered in disbelief.
"Don't you call me that. You are leaving this house, right now!" She said. She couldn't believe she doubted the fact that Vera was her true daughter. There had been no switch.
Morgan looked over to her dad for help, but he was already glaring at her. He was in support of his wife. Morgan had deceived them, so of course she had to leave their life for good.
"Silver, get her luggage." Margaret couldn't stay angry with Silver for long. Aside from the fact that she had spent over fifteen years working for her, she believed Silver was blackmailed by Morgan.
It was Silver who had told them about her suspicion that Morgan was their daughter after a letter she received, and to clear all doubt, they had conducted a DNA test.
"Dad, please." Morgan placed her hands together, rubbing them, while her knees scraped the floor as she moved to him.
"Don't kick me out." She was stopped by Davis, who pushed her backwards, she fell on her butt. Vera smiled; she didn't bother to hide it.
"We are not your family," Miss Silver was down with the luggage, "get out of our lives."