"Flesh and blood? The eldest grandson of the Larsons?"
I let out a low chuckle, as if I'd just heard the most ridiculous joke imaginable. My laughter traveled through the microphones, carrying an eerie coldness that sent chills across the room.
I lifted the remote control again and pressed the next button. The explicit footage on the giant screen cut off abruptly, replaced by an official DNA Paternity Test Report. Every eye in the hall locked onto the display.
I picked up the microphone and looked at the still thrashing Zachary with a look of pity. My voice was clear and icy, each word landing like a death sentence.
"Zachary, haven't you ever taken a good look at that baby's face?"
As soon as I finished speaking, the report on screen zoomed in on the conclusion section.
Based on DNA
