In the study, the scent of ambergris incense wafted gently through the air. The old patriarch gripped his cane and spoke in a stern, authoritative voice: "Is that girl really Candy's biological mother?"
Chase Fields handed the DNA comparison report to Brandon Fields. "If you don't believe me, take a close look. This is the result of the paternity test."
Brandon took the report and scanned it immediately. The match probability stood at 99 percent.
So then… Wendy Moore really was Candy's biological mother?
The old man nodded, as if reluctantly conceding. "Since she truly is Candy's mother, I have no objection to your marriage. But this girl's origins are unclear—I can't feel at ease. After all, she once did something as questionable as surrogacy…"
Chase cut him off sharply, his thin lip
