"What?" Her mother murmured. "How's that—How's that possible?"
"They can't be his, Marta. We bought them, remember? Or did someone manipulate the results?"
"Beatrix is Jaris' aunt. She'd definitely want to know if her nephew was being deceived, and if he was, she'd expose it. She wouldn't cover up for us for any reason." Marta pulled at the roots of her hair. "This isn't right. Something isn't right."
"Hold on," Her grandmother took a seat. "Are you trying to say the kids we arranged for and bought in a far away country are actually Jaris' kids? How in hell is that possible? Who's their mother, then?"
"I—I don't know, grandma. But this can't be good." Marta's eyes were wide with panic. "How did I end up with Jaris' kids? How is another woman pregnant for him and...and he knows nothing
