Brianna suddenly sat straighter.
The color slowly drained from her face.
“I… my previous fertility clinic in Chicago transferred those electronic records when I changed facilities.”
Alexander’s father, Robert Whitmore Sr., stepped forward impatiently.
“What exactly is the problem, Doctor?”
His voice was sharp.
“It’s a boy. We already received the preliminary gender confirmation two months ago.”
Dr. Brooks looked directly at him.
Then calmly replied:
“Those documents were either altered or completely fabricated, Mr. Whitmore.”
The entire room froze.
He pointed toward the ultrasound display.
“There is no male anatomy present.”
A stunned silence filled the room.
“The fetus is unquestionably female.”
Charlotte’s mouth opened slightly.
The champagne glass in her hand stopped halfway to her lips.
Alexander stared at the monitor.
“A… girl?”
His voice cracked.
“No. That’s impossible.”
He looked desperately at Brianna.
“She showed me the certified blood test results from Chicago.”
