I reluctantly agreed, hiding my disgust. I needed more proof of Camilla’s affair. The doctor checked the ultrasound and said, “We need a non-invasive prenatal paternity test. It normally takes 5–7 business days, but with rush service, it can be done in under two days.”
“Rush it!” Camilla shouted. “I’ve got plenty of money! Do it now! If the child is Ted’s, set up an abortion immediately!”
“Abortion?” someone called from the hallway.
My mother ran over, out of breath, holding the medical report. “Camilla, are you really going to abort my grandson?!”
I suddenly remembered she had come for a checkup today; I didn’t expect to see her. Camilla sneered, “We’re divorced. If I want to hurt the child, it’s none of your business!”
My mother grabbed Camilla’s hand. “Did Ted bully you? Tell me…”
Camilla shoved her away. “You’re not my mother! You’re disgusting! Now that I have money, you’re pretending to care? Forget it! Your whole family stays out of this!”
My mother stepped back, clutching her head, pale. “Mom!” I quickly steadied her. “It’s okay, let her hit me if she wants. I can handle it.”
My mother shook in my arms, her lips purple. “No… no…”