It'd been thirty minutes since they began talking and now, the doctor was blinking his eyes rapidly. What he'd heard was the last thing he'd expected Lincoln to tell him.
"You're…her real father?" he asked.
Lincoln nodded. "I am."
The doctor took a moment to digest this information. He inquired, "But…why are you telling me this, sir?"
"Because I want you to take a blood test for me. And I know if you do, you will find out that she's my biological daughter and not my brother's daughter."
"But a blood test for what?" The doctor still seemed confused regardless.
"You said her blood was different, like nothing you've ever seen before. I want to find out if it's mine or her mother's."
"Her mother…?" The doctor stroked his chin. He nodded, rattling his chair to stand up. "Alright then, I'll set you up for it."
Lincoln stood to his feet as well. "Is my daughter really okay?"
