“What… what did you just say?”
His voice was barely audible.
Dr. Brooks remained calm.
Professional.
Unmoved.
“I said this pregnancy is not genetically connected to you, Mr. Whitmore.”
Alexander’s face went blank.
The confident businessman who had walked into the room believing he was about to celebrate his greatest victory suddenly looked like a stranger trapped inside his own life.
“She isn’t carrying a son,” Dr. Brooks continued.
“And she isn’t carrying your child.”
The words struck harder than any accusation.
Brianna lowered her head.
Her hands began shaking.
She covered her face as tears started falling between her fingers.
Alexander looked at her.
Slowly.
Almost afraid.
“Brianna…”
His voice cracked.
“What is he talking about?”
She did not answer.
That silence was the answer.
Dr. Brooks looked back at the medical records.
“The embryo transfer was completed using a previously stored donor embryo from an earlier fertility cycle.”
