Isabelle scoffed, clearly amused by my reaction. “Shouldn’t you be more concerned about the result?” She stood up, picked up a white envelope from the table, and walked over to me. Without warning, she slapped it onto my chest.
“Ninety-nine point nine percent accuracy,” she said, her tone filled with triumph. “Proof that the little girl belongs to Xander.”
My heart hammered rapidly. If Xander finds out through her… it’s going to be a disaster. No, if he has to find out, it needs to be from me.
Isabelle’s eyes narrowed as she studied me. “Don’t tell me you’re actually considering telling him just because I found out?” she sneered.
My fingers curled into a tight fist. “What I choose to do with the information about my daughter’s paternity is none of your business.”
Isabelle tilted her h
