Chapter 3 - Naomi's Panic Blood Drops In The Exam Room
The room fell into an absolute, suffocating silence that felt colder than an arctic blizzard.
The hum of the ultrasound machine was the only sound cutting through the frozen air of the clinic room.
Victor stood completely rigid, the bouquet of yellow roses slipping from his hand and hitting the linoleum floor with a soft rustle.
His face drained of color so fast that he looked like a corpse standing upright in a business suit.
Miriam’s hand dropped from Naomi’s fingers as if she had just touched a venomous snake.
“Early... April?” Victor whispered, his voice cracking violently as his brain tried to process the math.
In early April, Victor had been in Chicago for a week-long corporate conference with his entire executive team.
Naomi had stayed behind in Maryland, claiming she was handling client communications from her home office.
At that exact moment, Victor had still been married to me, swearing to his family that Naomi was just a talented marketing consultant.
Naomi’s breath hitched in her throat, her face turning as white as the paper sheet covering her legs.
“No... Dr. Harrison, that’s... that’s impossible!” Naomi stammered frantically, her hands shaking violently over her stomach.
“You’re making a mistake with the equipment! I know when I got pregnant! It was May! It was May twentieth in Miami!”
Dr. Harrison raised an eyebrow, his tone cool, professional, and entirely detached from her rising hysteria.
“Ms. Prescott, I have performed over four thousand ultrasound examinations in my career.”
“The femur length, crown-rump measurement, and organ development on this screen indicate a late March or early April conception date.”
“A margin of error for ultrasound at this stage is three days, not forty-two days.”
Samantha stepped forward, her eyes wide with shock and sudden, burning hostility as she glared down at Naomi.
“Naomi,” Samantha hissed, her voice dripping with venom. “Who were you with in early April?”
“Nobody!” Naomi screamed, tears of panic streaming down her face, ruining her expensive makeup.
“Victor, you have to believe me! I didn't cheat on you! I swear on my life I didn't touch another man!”
Walter Reynolds, who had been boasting about his future grandson minutes ago, stepped toward the doctor with an authoritative scowl.
“Dr. Harrison, I suggest you re-evaluate your tone,” Walter snapped, trying to use his regional influence to crush the medical truth.
“We are paying top dollar for this clinic’s discretion and expertise. My son is a vice president at Reynolds Engineering.”
Dr. Harrison stood up from his rolling stool, drawing himself to his full height and meeting Walter’s glare without flinching.
“Mr. Reynolds, your son’s job title does not alter human gestational biology.”
“If you desire absolute certainty regarding paternity, we can perform a non-invasive prenatal paternity test today.”
“We simply draw blood from Ms. Prescott and take a cheek swab from your son.”
“The results take forty-eight hours.”
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Dr. Harrison looked directly at Naomi, whose eyes were wide with total, unadulterated terror.
“Shall I order the paternity kit, Ms. Prescott?” the doctor asked smoothly.
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