Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Chapter 176 A paternity test? You and me? Part 2

"Of course, Mr. Justin, do you dare?" Michael approached me slowly after hearing my challenge.

His towering figure loomed over me 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 met Laura.

Laura and I had indeed been intimate, and it was with me that she had her first time, a reason she remained unforgettable to me.

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 time 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 some beer, which was odd because she never drank.

Despite the strangeness, I joined her, but for some 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 time 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 met Betty.

"Do you know something?" 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 arrangements.

Her behavior left me puzzled, but at that moment, my main concern wasn't her reaction.

The room was quiet again with just Michael and me.

My heart couldn't settle, while Michael seemed 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 time 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 medical 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 me and Michael, and Luna looked at me, her eyes reluctant, hesitating several times before speaking.

"Let's do the blood test..." I extended my arm, and Michael, appearing indifferent, did the same.

The medical 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 time, 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 me with a conflicted expression, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

"Do you have something you want to say to me?" I couldn't help but ask Luna, as the wait was unbearably dull and it seemed better to strike up a conversation to pass the time.

"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 something?" With some time now on my hands, I finally voiced the doubts that were gnawing at me, unsure of my own tone and demeanor.