Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies novel Chapter 493

Sebastian was stunned, slowly, and opened the identification report in his hand.

The identification report above made his breath stagnate momentarily.

Because the report says above.

There is no blood relationship between the two after testing!

What is this all about?

Sebastian suppressed the restlessness in his mind and turned his head to Rupert, "Is this reliable, I had a paternity test done when Natan was recovered from the fire and there was no problem at that time."

Rupert shrugged his shoulders, "That's the problem, unless the tissue slides in the forensic pathologist's hands were swapped, there's no way I could have tested that."

After a pause and then said, "back a step, the person who died in the fire that year is really Natan, the murderer why to swap the tissue section it, and he can not predict three years later I will do the paternity test."

It would be better to think of some other way to let Sebastian know the truth than to foolishly wait for Rupert to find out that the tissue sections do not match genetically.

Therefore, this statement does not make sense at all.

"I prefer the other possibility that the other side abducted Natan and wanted to create the illusion that Natan was dead, so they faked the paternity test that year." Rupert said.

But this person calculated a thousand calculations, but also did not expect Rupert three years later will go to get tissue sections again for genetic comparison.

It was also this small oversight that made the whole plan that year flawed.

"Find Natan somehow, by whatever means!" Sebastian's emotions steeped in excitement.

Rupert hurriedly pressed him, "I understand how you feel right now, but how easy is it to go and thoroughly investigate what happened three years ago?"

This requires a lot of human and material resources to prepare and plan.

So that's why Rupert didn't rush to tell Sebastian.

He was afraid that in the end he would find nothing and just give Sebastian an empty joy.

There are few things in this world that are more upsetting than empty joy.