Three days after
“Boss, doctor Philip is here to see you.”
“Philip! Let him in.”
The middle-aged doctor walked in.
“Good day, Mr. Klaus.”
“Good day to you too, Philip. Have a seat,” he said and pointed to a seat opposite him.
The doctor muttered a thanks, drew the seat back a bit, and sat down. He opened the suitcase he came in with and brought out a brown envelope and gave it to Klaus.
“Here is the DNA results you asked for.”
Klaus, who was at first confused when handed the envelope, became anxious of the content when he was told what it was.
The doctor saw through his anxiety and opted to help him out of his misery.
“Seems like the comatose patients are both mother and daughter.”
“What?”
“Yes, you heard correctly, but I still don’t understand. How come?” The doctor asked, sta
