The man's eyes turned dark as he stared at the blood type on the file. "Wilson and I have the same blood type?"
Could Wilson possibly be that child from years ago?
As this thought flashed through his mind, Jacques felt his heart skip a beat. His pulse quickened. He turned to look at Sheila.
Sheila instinctively avoided his gaze.
"What's so strange about having the same blood type? Tommy is type O too," she said. She tried to use her brother as a shield to cover any cracks in her story.
But Jacques's eyes were fixed on Sheila, unwavering. "Sheila, you're not telling me the truth."
Sheila met his gaze steadily. A mocking smile played on her lips. "Mr. Thomas, you don't actually think Wilson is your child, do you?"
"How could Mr. Thomas entertain such a ridiculous idea?" she deflected.
