My husband invited me to a family dinner, but when I arrived there was no food: only a DNA test, an angry mother-in-law and an accusation that

Lawrence reached back into his folder and pulled out a second envelope that was still sealed with a red wax stamp. “Before anyone continues to throw accusations at Olivia, there is a piece of information you all need to hear,” he concluded.

The truth was finally coming to light, but I was no longer sure if I even wanted to be part of this family after tonight.

PART 3: The Reconstruction
Lawrence placed the new envelope on the table, and for a long moment, nobody dared to reach out and touch it. “After we realized the samples were mismatched, I ran an internal comparison using Scott’s actual medical records from our partner clinic,” he explained.

He looked at me with a sympathetic expression before turning his attention back to the silent man standing by the window. “We used the correct genetic markers for Scott and compared them to Toby’s valid sample,” Lawrence added.

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