Then again.

Bradley grew impatient.

“What is it? Is my son healthy?”

The doctor reached for the intercom.

“Security to Ultrasound Suite 3. Send legal as well.”

Bradley froze. “Security? What happened?”

The doctor turned to him.

“Mr. Bradley, are you certain you are the father of this child?”

Bradley’s face flushed. “Of course I am.”

The doctor looked at Tiffany.

“Are you certain about the conception date you provided?”

Tiffany began trembling.

The doctor’s voice stayed calm.

“Based on the fetus’s development, conception happened at least five weeks earlier than you claimed.”

The room went cold.

Margaret and Brittany pushed inside, demanding answers.

The doctor said plainly, “The timeline does not match Mr. Bradley.”

Bradley turned slowly toward Tiffany.

“Explain.”

She began sobbing, but before she could speak, Bradley’s phone rang. It was his CFO.

“Bradley, we’re in freefall,” the man said. “Our three biggest partners just pulled their accounts. They received documents about internal financial irregularities.”