Isabella's POV
The following day, I made my way to the laboratory where I would be conducting the test. The idea suddenly popped into my head as I sat on the couch yesterday.
I no longer know what to believe anymore. This test result will determine what I'm to do next.
“That motherfucker better not be lying to me about aunt Diane being his mother. I'm going to make him regret trying to mess with me like that.” I groaned and pulled over at the lab parking lot.
I held onto the hair samples lightly as though my life depended on it. I plucked both Cole and aunt Daine's hair out when I hugged them both last night.
Suddenly, I felt as though I was being watched, and I paused. I looked back a little, but I didn't see anyone. Thinking I was just paranoid, I shook off the thought and walked
