Ethan let out a harsh laugh. “Of course she is.”
Dr. Patel opened the folder. “The paternity analysis indicates a 99.99% probability that Mr. Ethan Miller is the biological father.”
For a brief moment, silence filled the room—so complete it felt unreal.
Then Ethan’s face twisted.
Not with relief.
Not with regret.
With fury.
“That’s a lie,” he snapped. “It’s wrong. Do it again.”
Dr. Patel remained calm. “The test is conclusive.”
Ethan’s gaze snapped toward Nina. “You tampered with it.”
Nina’s jaw tightened. “No.”
Ethan suddenly stepped toward the bassinet as if he intended to grab something—grab her—take control.
Dr. Patel raised her hand. “Mr. Miller, stop where you are.”
He ignored her.
He reached past me, his fingers stretching toward Addison.
I instinctively turned my body to shield her. “Don’t touch her,” I said, my voice trembling now.
His face flushed red. “You think you win because of a piece of paper?” he shouted. “You’re smiling again—see? Guilty people smile!”
“I’m not smiling,” I said. “I’m breathing.”
Dr. Patel’s voice cut sharply through the chaos.
“Security!”
The officer stationed at the door moved instantly, stepping between Ethan and me. Another guard appeared moments later, his radio crackling as the situation escalated. The room filled with tense but controlled urgency.
Ethan pointed at me as though I were the criminal. “She set this up! She—”
“Sir,” the officer said firmly, “step back.”
Ethan jerked away but quickly turned toward Dr. Patel. “Tell them! Tell them she cheated!”
Dr. Patel didn’t react. “The results show you are the father,” she repeated. “And there is an additional matter.”
Ethan froze. “What matter?”
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