"I knew it," Minerva whispered to herself.
"Then you know that the next thing to do is to confirm Minda's identity as Imelda Griffin..."
"Yeah...That's why I came..."
"Then end your suspicions. Bring me the samples from both parties. I could easily get that done."
"Yeah...that...," Minerva uttered while thinking hard. "I can always secure competitive samples from Minda but not from my son-in-law..."
"Why?"
"He's sick. Ah, not just sick. He's in coma."
"Coma? I thought he is in Fwiji doing the project with Chastity. At least that's what Harry told me," Doctor B wondered.
"No. Chastity and I just talked and she cried over the phone saying that they are in an island somewhere and her husband is in coma."
"Any reason for the coma?"
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