Call Aetherion’s branch office and tell the executive assistant to find a way to destroy the hospital’s records of the paternity test.
Timothy returned to the Howard family estate, wheeled himself into the bathroom, and lit a cigarette, holding it between his lips. From the side pocket of his wheelchair, he pulled out the paternity test report and flicked his lighter. He set the paperwork ablaze.
He took a slow drag from his cigarette, watching the report curl and blacken until it crumbled to ash.
Once it was nothing but a pile of soot, he turned on the shower and washed the remains down the drain.
Meanwhile, Sheila received a message from one of her old classmates.
“Oh my god, that was close! I almost couldn’t find it—just checked and the record’s already gone. Good thing I was quick and got a picture. Take a look, but I’m deleting it right after you do.”
“Okay,” Sheila replied.
The moment Sheila sent her message, her classmate unsent the previous texts.
A moment later, she sent the photo of the paternity report.
Sheila clicked it open, scanned the result—and felt her mind go blank with shock.
Her classmate promptly retracted the image.
“Sorry, this really goes against the rules. I could only let you see the result. I can’t leave you with any evidence.”
“I understand. Thanks.”
Her classmate deleted the last message too.
Sheila clutched her phone, her heart pounding wildly.
Jessica—the mute girl—was actually Salome!
All grown up, she still had eyes for Timothy, just like when she was a child.
How could she be this lucky?
Sheila remembered how serious Timothy had looked this morning when he received the paternity report.
Wasn’t he supposed to be helping Vince find someone? He’d found her, but he didn’t look happy at all.
He must not want to get divorced.
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