And that’s when I realized why I had really come.
Not to see your son.
Not to congratulate me.
I had come because I wanted to control something.
“What do you want?” I asked.
He remained silent for several seconds.
Then he left a folder on the table.
Custody papers.
He wanted him to sign a temporary agreement that would officially recognize the baby as the heir to the Thompson family.
I laughed.
“For three months you told me that my pregnancy was not your problem. And now suddenly he’s the heir to your family?
Mark squeezed his jaw.
The situation has changed.
What has changed?
He didn’t answer.
But I already knew.
For months he had noticed something strange in the financial documents he had discovered.
A large number of shares of the family business were to pass to George’s biological grandson.
Mark had always assumed that money would end up being his.
But if it turned out that Mark wasn’t George’s biological son, everything could change.
And now the birth of my son had raised a completely new question.
How could my baby have the distinctive hereditary features of the Thompson family if Mark had no biological link with the Thompsons?
I looked at the doctor.
Are you saying that Mark is not my baby’s father?
“No,” Daniel replied quickly. I’m not saying that at all. Something like this can only be determined by the corresponding tests.
Mark got even paler.
At that very moment, my phone vibrated.
It was a message from my lawyer.
Weeks before, I had sent him everything he had collected.
