Margot collapsed on the ground, shaking her head frantically. "Fake! It's all fake! You made all of this up!"
Enduring the searing pain in his knee, Wesley crawled over, snatched the paternity test report off the ground, his eyes wide with shock.
Trembling all over with rage, he slapped Margot hard across the face. "You filthy slut! How dare you trick me into raising some random bastard's kid as my own! I'll kill you today!"
Margot let out a shriek and lunged at Wesley, scuffling with him. "You loser! You can't even get it up, and you blame me for finding someone else? What kind of man are you even?"
Just then, a sweating Director Conrad Winslow came scrambling and tumbling out of his office, so frantic he lost one of his shoes.
"Mr. Beaumont, why didn't you inform us you were coming?
