"Of course, Mr. Justin, do you dare?" Michael approached slowly after hearing my challenge.
His towering figure lood over as I sat, his gaze filled with disdain.
"Do you think this makes any sense? Don't you know..." I couldn't help but find Michael's thoughts laughable.
Was he unaware that I was infertile, a well-known fact and the source of much ridicule and personal anguish?
My mind drifted back to when I first t Laura.
Laura and I had indeed been intimate, and it was with that she had her first ti, a reason she remained unforgettable to .
After all, when a girl gives you everything without reservation, how can you ever forget her?
Laura and I made love only once, on the night we broke up, as she had to accept her parents' decision to marry her off to a businessman in Singapore.
During our relationship, I had always treated her with utmost respect, saving our first ti for our wedding night, but all those dreams shattered that night.
That night, I had no idea what was about to unfold.
Laura and I were just having a normal date at my place, drinking so beer, which was odd because she never drank.
Despite the strangeness, I joined her, but for so reason, I, who usually held my liquor well, got drunk quickly and blacked out.
When I woke up, I found myself in bed, the air thick with the scent of hormones, and in the middle of the bed lay a bright red plum blossom.
Next to it, on the nightstand, was a heart-shaped letter...
When I opened the heart-shaped letter, I learned everything.
Laura had been married off to a Singaporean businessman, and even the wedding date was set.
After reading the letter, I tried calling Laura, but her phone was unreachable.
I rushed to her parents' house only to be turned away and lost contact with her until I saw her for the last ti on her deathbed...
My thoughts returned from the past, and I couldn't believe Laura's marriage had turned out this way.
Hadn't I suffered similarly?
After losing Laura, I had contemplated suicide more than once until I t Betty.
It was Betty's care and love that helped erge from the shadows and start a happy life.
Could it be that Laura got pregnant that night?
Could Michael actually be my son?
I scrutinized Michael's face, looking past his robust physique and dark complexion, noticing features that resembled mine.
But this all seed too fantastical to believe.
Could the doctors have misdiagnosed?
Was the infertility issue actually with Betty and not ?
But dical diagnoses are usually accurate.
"Are you done reminiscing, Mr. Justin? Do you dare to take a paternity test?" Michael had been quietly waiting, his words jolting from my reverie.
After recalling the past, I suddenly felt uncertain, lacking the firmness I had before.
Was I excited?
If I truly had a son, wouldn't that fill the void in my heart?
But if the person who violated my beloved wife was my own son, what then?
If it all turned out to be a false alarm, then life could continue smoothly, though not without so disappointnt.
"Luna, co in here..." I urgently wanted to know the truth, and dealing with the bureaucracy of a police station for a paternity test would be too slow, so I needed Luna's help.
"What's up, Justin?" Luna hurried in at my call, her face marked with concern.
She thought sothing had happened to .
Her eyes swept over Michael, filled with warning and vigilance.
"Help out, do a paternity test for and Michael, the sooner the better..." I didn't hesitate, my desire to know the truth leaving no room for secrecy with Luna.
"You..." Luna was visibly shocked by my request, her face a mix of surprise and worry.
She opened her mouth to speak but seed at a loss for words.
Seeing her like this, I felt sothing was off, as her eyes showed more worry than surprise.
"Do you know sothing?" Seeing Luna's reaction, as if she had expected this, I couldn't help but ask.
Given Luna's resources and connections, I believed she had access to a wide range of information.
"No... nothing, I'll arrange it right now..." After my inquiry, Luna's expression flickered with panic, but she denied knowing anything and quickly left the room to make arrangents.
Her behavior left puzzled, but at that mont, my main concern wasn't her reaction.
The room was quiet again with just Michael and .
My heart couldn't settle, while Michael seed quite composed, casually taking a seat.
I felt a mix of anticipation and fear.
If Michael truly was my offspring, how should I treat him?
Whether he was my son or not would completely change how I approached our relationship, a harsh reality but an unavoidable one.
As ti ticked by, I kept glancing at the clock.
After exactly 22 minutes, the door opened again, and Luna entered, followed by several people in lab coats, looking like dical staff.
"If we use hair, it will take longer. If you want quick results, we need to draw blood for the test..." One of the doctors spoke as if addressing both and Michael, and Luna looked at , her eyes reluctant, hesitating several tis before speaking.
"Let's do the blood test..." I extended my arm, and Michael, appearing indifferent, did the sa.
The dical team, standing behind Luna, didn't move until she sighed deeply and nodded slightly, after which they began to draw blood from both of us.
Honestly, I'm a big guy who faints at the sight of needles.
Although it's not very painful, the sight of it piercing my skin always makes my palms sweat and my heart race.
But this ti, I felt no fear, only a single-minded obsession.
After the blood was drawn, the doctors left with the samples, and Luna stood still, looking at with a conflicted expression, as if she wanted to say sothing but couldn't find the words.
"Do you have sothing you want to say to ?" I couldn't help but ask Luna, as the wait was unbearably dull and it seed better to strike up a conversation to pass the ti.
"Go wait in the hall for a bit..." Luna glanced at Michael and spoke with a tone that lacked her earlier severity, sounding almost weary.
Upon hearing Luna's words, Michael quickly got up and left the room. His earlier arrogance had vanished; in Luna's presence, his fear was genuine. After all, he had nearly been tortured to death by her, leaving a deep-seated trauma that might make him fear her for life.
"Do you know sothing?" With so ti now on my hands, I finally voiced the doubts that were gnawing at , unsure of my own tone and deanor.
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