Amelia paced back and forth in her room, her brow furrowed in frustration. She gripped the phone tightly as she vented her anger.
"I swear, he’d pissed me off, Lina. I met with him the other day to apologize for thinking he was behind my accident, and what does he do? He brings up Michael's paternity! He had the guts to ask for a DNA test."
Lina’s voice crackled through the phone, calm but concerned. She had settled into her couch In her living room, sensing the gravity of her friend’s distress.
"That’s Sebastian for you, always pushing boundaries. But Amelia, how long do you plan on keeping this up? Hiding Michael's paternity can’t be easy."
Amelia stopped pacing, her eyes narrowing as she looked out the window, her voice firm. "I don’t need to hide anything, Lina. I told him Michael
