“Do not you dare speak about my son in that manner, Adelaide,” I shouted back as Toby began to wake up from the noise. “He is your son, Olivia, and he is certainly not a member of the Preston family anymore,” she emphasized with a cruel glint in her eyes.
I turned my gaze back to Scott and begged him to say something to defend the boy he had raised since birth. “Tell me that you do not believe this nonsense, and tell me that you know I have always been faithful to you,” I pleaded.
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.
