Everyone laughed and discussed the future of the unborn child.
Which Ivy League university he would attend.
Which businesses he would inherit.
How he would continue the Whitmore name for another generation.
The golden child.
The son they believed would secure the family legacy.
Brianna was lying comfortably on the examination table, wearing an elegant silk gown.
She smiled proudly as the technician applied warm ultrasound gel across her stomach.
When Alexander rushed into the room, flushed and breathless, Brianna immediately reached for his hand.
He kissed her forehead.
At that moment, he believed he was the luckiest man alive.
He believed everything had finally gone according to plan.
A few minutes later, the clinic’s senior obstetrician, Dr. Nathaniel Brooks, entered the room.
He carried a digital tablet containing the latest high-resolution genetic ultrasound records.
The room immediately became quiet.
Dr. Brooks reviewed the glowing monitor.
He adjusted his glasses.
