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He swallowed hard and looked down at his shoes as if he could no longer bear to see my face. “I do not know what to believe after seeing a scientific report that says my DNA does not match the boy I call my son,” he muttered.
At that exact moment, I felt the last remaining thread of my respect for my husband snap into pieces. Adelaide pointed a trembling finger toward the exit and told me that I was to leave the premises immediately and never return.
I opened my mouth to deliver a scathing rebuttal, but the sound of three urgent knocks at the front door stopped me. The heavy door swung open to reveal a man in a sharp charcoal suit who carried a black leather portfolio and looked incredibly stressed.
“I apologize for the intrusion, but the gate was open and I needed to reach Mr. Scott Preston immediately regarding an urgent matter,” he said. “I have just come from the laboratory because there is a massive complication with the paternity test results issued today,” he added.
Every person in the room seemed to stop breathing as we stared at the stranger who had just interrupted our destruction. I stood frozen with Toby in my arms, wondering if I was about to hear something that would change my life once again.
PART 2: The Lab Supervisor
The man did not look like he belonged in a room filled with socialites, but he carried the authority of someone holding a dangerous truth. Adelaide stepped forward with her hands on her hips and asked him who he thought he was to barge into a private residence.
“My name is Lawrence Beckett, and I am the quality control supervisor at the Genomex Laboratory,” he stated while pulling an ID badge from his coat. “I am here to discuss the paternity results for the Preston file because that document should never have been authorized for release,” he explained.