Chapter 4
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The entire room fell into dead silence.
One officer frowned. "Ma'am, don't file a false police report lightly. This isn't something to joke about."
"I'm not joking. I have decisive proof."
In front of everyone, I revealed the key information I had kept buried for three years.
"My biological son was diagnosed at birth with congenital insensitivity to pain. I have kept his medical records and the diagnosis reports from the regional hospital. Since he was little, whether he bumped into something, got hurt, or even fractured a bone, he never cried or showed any sign of pain. He's quiet and introverted. He would never speak up in public just to gain sympathy. But the child standing here cries in public over the slightest grievance. He shows every emotion on his face, and his words and behavior don't match my biological son at all."
The crowd broke into an uproar. The parents who had accused me earlier all began to hesitate.
Laura, who had already been struggling to stay calm, immediately seized on the weak point in my argument.
"Symptoms can change. Maybe his condition improved on its own. Maybe his personality changed as he grew up. You can't decide he was switched based on that alone."
The moment she said that, I became even more certain that Laura, the homeroom teacher, was a key player in the child-switching scheme.
I looked at the officers and said, "This is simple. Two things will prove the truth. First, go to my home and retrieve the original medical diagnosis records. Second, arrange a court-admissible DNA parentage test."
The officer nodded and accepted the plan.
"That's a reasonable request. Everyone involved will cooperate. All relevant parties will come back to the police precinct together. The child's guardian and the homeroom teacher will come along for evidence gathering. The homeroom teacher has been in close contact with the student for a long time, so she needs to assist with the investigation."
Laura visibly stiffened. The corner of her mouth twitched, and she wanted to refuse, but she had no valid reason.
On the way to the police precinct, I turned slightly in the patrol car and lowered my voice so only Laura could hear me.
"Hand over my son. I also advise you to tell the truth about where my husband is. You're only a pawn. Don't take the fall for someone else."
Laura looked away. She stayed silent the entire ride and refused to respond.
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