Jacob's expression crumbled, panic bleeding through the professional mask.
Alex Donaldson's smirk stretched wider, practically vibrating with triumph. "Ironclad evidence! You're done, Matthews! What else do you have to say? Hurry up and pay for the emotional damage! Five million—and I won't take a cent less!"
Georgia tugged at her brother's sleeve, voice quavering. "Bro, stop. Ms. Matthews has been kind to me..."
He shoved her hand away. "Kind? She used her power to force you into silence! Today, your brother is getting justice for you!"
The students crowding the doorway began to chant.
"Fire Ms. Matthews immediately! Police investigation now! Lock up the adulterous couple!"
The roar swelled, deafening. Something cold and wet struck my shoulder—leftover milk tea, splashing sticky sweetness into my hair and down my blouse.
I ignored it.
My eyes stayed fixed on the test report. A laugh bubbled up from somewhere deep in my chest.
"This report is a forgery." My voice cut through the noise like a blade. "Furthermore, a paternity test requires DNA samples from both parties. Where exactly did you acquire Dominic Sawyer's DNA?"
The color drained from Georgia's face.