Zachary remained behind the door of the lab, anxious for the results of the DNA test.
At that moment, nothing can be more important than the answer to this question.
He was desperate and mad with waiting, like a man whose wife is in labor.
Raina convinced him to get some rest—the test would take at least another few hours.
Zachary assigned two bodyguards to wait in his place and visited the pediatric ward.
He observed the sleeping children. The longer he looked, the more convinced he was that they were his.
Robbie slept soundly, in a stiff position that perfectly embodies his strict and disciplined character.
Jamie slept with limbs sprawled in all directions. The foot freshly out of its cast was on a little stool by the bed. He was still clutching his toy pistol.
Ellie was suckling on a pacifier. She clutched her plush alpaca and snored gently, without a care in the world.
Zachary felt his heart melt away from the sight of the kids before him. He didn't think they looked like him when they first met, but now he's not so sure anymore.
It's the imposing and domineering characteristics that were trademark traits of the Nachts that made Zachary feel all the more convinced of his theory.
“Mommy...” Ellie was startled awake and sobbed for her mother.
Violet, who was dozing at the side of her bed, did not notice.
Zachary rushed into the ward and comforted Ellie. He held her hand and patted her chest gently—just like how Robbie was comforted by the medic earlier.
Ellie fell back asleep soon after and hugged his arm. He tried extracting it but she held on to it tightly. The slightest movement would wake her again.
He had no choice but to bend over with his arm outstretched for the sleeping child.
After a long while, the pain in his waist was unbearable. He decided to alleviate it by squatting down.
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