Adelaide pursed her lips into a thin line and demanded that he explain exactly what he meant by irregular. “The child’s DNA sample was submitted alongside a sample that was claimed to belong to the father,” Lawrence began while looking at Scott.
“However, the father’s sample was not collected by our trained medical staff, and there was no official identification provided during the drop-off,” he continued. “The entire procedure was requested and paid for by a third party rather than the individuals being tested,” he added.
The room went silent as everyone turned their eyes toward Scott, who was now looking increasingly uncomfortable. “Did you really do this behind my back while pretending everything was fine at home?” I asked with a trembling voice.
Scott lowered his head and admitted that his mother had convinced him it was the only way to get the truth without a public scene. “You wanted to avoid a scene, yet you brought me here to be ambushed by your entire extended family,” I said with a hollow laugh.
