Ethan jumped to his feet. “Finally,” he said sharply. “Read it.”
My mother, who had insisted on being present, squeezed my shoulder. Addison slept against my chest, warm and unaware of the tension filling the room.
Dr. Patel looked toward me first. “Ms. Miller, are you comfortable continuing with everyone here?”
“Yes,” I said. “Please.”
Ethan let out a harsh laugh. “Of course she is.”
Dr. Patel opened the folder. “The paternity analysis indicates a 99.99% probability that Mr. Ethan Miller is the biological father.”
For a brief moment, silence filled the room—so complete it felt unreal.
Then Ethan’s face twisted.
Not with relief.
Not with regret.
With fury.
“That’s a lie,” he snapped. “It’s wrong. Do it again.”
Dr. Patel remained calm. “The test is conclusive.”
Ethan’s gaze snapped toward Nina. “You tampered with it.”
Nina’s jaw tightened. “No.”
Ethan suddenly stepped toward the bassinet as if he intended to grab something—grab her—take control.
Dr. Patel raised her hand. “Mr. Miller, stop where you are.”
He ignored her.
He reached past me, his fingers stretching toward Addison.
I instinctively turned my body to shield her. “Don’t touch her,” I said, my voice trembling now.