Chapter 2 - The Grant DNA Test
The glow of the laptop screen cast an eerie blue light across the kitchen counter as Rachel stared at the final matching percentage.
Her fingers trembled violently over the keyboard, refusing to accept what the digital genetic report was showing her in plain black and white.
She had secretly mailed in Grant’s genetic swab three days ago, hoping against hope that the laboratory system had simply made a clerical error.
Instead, the paternal lineage chart confirmed a biological reality so twisted it defied every law of science and family loyalty.
Grant Calloway was not sterile because of a natural medical condition.
And worse—Grant was not Richard Bennett’s biological son at all.
The front door clicked open, and Grant walked into the kitchen, tossing his car keys onto the marble island with an exhausted sigh.
“Rachel, why are you sitting in the dark like this?” Grant asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he pulled off his tie.
Rachel stood up slowly, her eyes locked onto his face with a chilling, dead calm that made Grant instantly freeze in his tracks.
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“You didn't just know the clinic had a problem, Grant,” Rachel said, her voice dropping into a razor-sharp whisper.
“You knew because your own DNA is tied directly to the very doctor who manipulated our daughter’s donor records.”
