“Today, Wyatt was discharged from the hospital; I’m overjoyed because my little boy can finally get a break from being sick.
Wyatt, you are my good boy, my treasure, and my everything; once Grandpa recovers and returns home, we will celebrate your bravery together!
“Jayden, aren’t you happy for our son? I know you will be. People always say, ‘blood is thicker than water.’ One day, I’ll prove that Wyatt is your son!”
Her words danced across the page, full of happiness and hope.
What did he do that day?
He had dragged her to the mortuary and made her submit in front of their child. Even then, she kept claiming that Wyatt was his son.
Jayden tightened his grip on the notebook, the veins in his hands bulging as anger surged through him.
No, it cannot be true.
But the voice in his head refused to stop. “It’s true. Victoria wouldn’t lie, not even to herself. Wyatt is your son.”
“Hello, Mr. Lewis. How can I help you?”
Jayden blinked, realising that he had already dialled the phone.
His eyes remained fixed on the notebook as he spoke quietly. “Look into my vasectomy. Go to the hospital and investigate what happened.”
The 28th floor of CoreTower featured floor-to-ceiling windows that provided a panoramic view of the city. Jayden stood by the window, a cigarette in his fingers, lost in thought.
A man wearing glasses stood in front of the desk, his head slightly bowed. “Mr. Lewis, based on the samples you provided, we’ve thoroughly tested the DNA sequences. The results show that the child’s DNA is complete and accurate. The only way there could be a mismatch is if the child was never yours or Ms. Jane’s in the first place.”
Jayden turned around, his face unreadable. “How accurate are these results?”
Jayden’s sharp figure was outlined by the window light, casting his face in shadow. His emotions were impossible to read, making him even more intimidating.
The man had anticipated this question. After a brief pause, he placed the report on his desk. “Mr. Lewis, with today’s medical technology, the chance of error in a DNA test is extremely low.”
“I just need to know how low,” Jayden asked, his eyes narrowing as they locked on the man. “Is this really the best a world-class lab can do?”
Despite his calm tone, Jayden’s voice made the air in the room feel heavier. The man’s expression froze.
He looked up and met Jayden’s intense gaze. These dark eyes had a chilling intensity that made the man’s heart race. The man kept his voice steady, despite a slight tremor. “The results from my lab are always accurate. There’s no room for doubt.”
“Good.”
Jayden’s cold voice broke through the silence as he sat at the desk and opened the report.
The first page featured a sequence of DNA markers, followed by a standard DNA analysis diagram.
It was the child’s DNA.
Although Jayden didn’t fully comprehend the technical jargon, he recognised the DNA chart.
He turned to the next page, which confirmed the same outcome as before.
“The cumulative paternity index is less than 0.0001. The probability of a biological relationship is less than 0.01%. A is excluded as B’s biological father.”
“The cumulative maternity index is less than 0.0001. The probability of a biological relationship is less than 0.01%. A is excluded as B’s biological mother.”
How can this be?
In the video, he saw Victoria carry Nora into the cabin with his own eyes. He had watched it several times, memorising the moment she spoke into the camera just before the cabin caught fire.
There were no mistakes. Victoria was the woman who passed away. So, why wasn’t the child Nora?
The burning sensation in his fingers brought Jayden back to reality. His cigarette had burned down to the filter.
He stared at the glowing ember, his eyes glimmering with hope. “Nora is still alive.”
His deep voice, full of new hope, echoed throughout the office, casting an unexpected shadow of sadness over the space.
On the sixth floor of Pillar Hospital, the hospital director stood before Jayden, sweat beading on his brow. His tone was respectful and almost desperate. “Mr. Lewis, we’ve completed the investigation. You did undergo a vasectomy, and the procedure was successful.”
Jayden’s frown deepened when he cut him off. “So it’s impossible for her to have been pregnant?”
The director’s sweat increased. He wiped his brow nervously, and his smile was strained. “Not exactly. A vasectomy isn’t 100% foolproof. It significantly reduces the chances of pregnancy, but there’s still a small possibility.”
Jayden’s eyes turned cold before he could finish. “Say that again.”
The director’s heart raced. They had explained the risks of the surgery at the time, but now, under Jayden’s scrutiny, he wouldn’t dare to repeat them.
His legs felt shaky and barely held him up. He forced himself to speak, stammering, “There are always risks associated with any procedure.”
“Enough,” Jayden said, his voice sharp and unyielding. “Retrieve Wyatt’s ashes and set up a DNA comparison with mine. I want the results immediately.”
