"That child is not Ethan's."
My fingers clenched the phone so hard that my knuckles turned bone white. "What?"
"We checked the genetic database records," my teacher said. "The records show that Ethan's sample was not just untouched. It had been locked away and buried in the system for ages."
His voice dripped with ice. "Iris did try to steal his sample, but she failed."
"So she found someone else. From day one, she kept that secret locked tighter than a vault."
My heart slammed against my ribs like a caged beast. The child was not Ethan's at all.
"I suspect Iris knew you were onto her, so she rigged that allergy accident when you happened to visit the hospital," my teacher continued.
"That allergen was nowhere in your perfume. Not a chance, my contact at the hospital confirmed.
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