"The DNA test is a standard procedure," I said firmly, meeting Fiona's tearful gaze across the hospital room. "It's not cruel—it's necessary to determine the truth."
Fiona clutched her stomach dramatically, tears streaming down her perfectly made-up face. "How can you be so heartless? I just lost my baby, and you're treating me like a criminal!"
"A month-old embryo doesn't feel pain," I replied evenly. "And if you were truly grieving, you wouldn't be using this situation to destroy me."
Caleb wrapped his arm protectively around Fiona. "Haven't you done enough damage? Look at her—she's devastated!"
Arthur stood beside me, his presence solid and unwavering. "The results will be ready in three hours. Then we'll know exactly what happened."
"I don't need a test to know what my fiancée told me is true," Caleb snapped, his eyes narrowing.
