He paused.
“According to the verified documentation, the embryo was anonymous.”
Alexander stepped backward.
“No.”
His voice became louder.
“No, that’s impossible.”
He shook his head repeatedly.
“She told me she was carrying my child.”
Brianna closed her eyes.
“Alexander…”
“Tell them!”
He turned toward her.
“Tell them this is wrong!”
But Brianna could not.
Because the truth had already arrived.
The entire Whitmore family stood frozen.
Robert Whitmore Sr., the man who had spent years protecting the family name above everything else, looked completely devastated.
His dream of a male heir.
The child he believed would continue the Whitmore legacy.
The grandson he had already imagined controlling the family empire.
Gone.
Not because the child was a girl.
But because the child had never belonged to their bloodline at all.
Charlotte Whitmore slowly lowered herself into a chair.
Her diamond earrings reflected the harsh medical lights above them.
