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Brea was reviewing a patient's chart when Alexander returned to his office. She glanced up as he entered, noticing that he seemed preoccupied.“Is Julian all right?” she asked, setting the chart aside. “I saw the nurse taking the transfusion equipment away earlier. Did he respond to the blood?”“He's improving. His observations have remained stable, and the team will repeat his full blood count to assess his response properly. We're still monitBREA"I'm going to stop you right there, Michael. Don't cross that line."His expression tightened. "Brea, I'm only trying to tell you how I feel.""And I'm telling you that I don't want to hear it.""But you haven't even—""I don't care!" My voice rose before I could stop it. I took a breath, forcing myself to lower it. "I don't care what your wolf wants. I don't care whether you and Rhonda are happy or unhappy. That is your marriage, Michael. Whatever is happening between the two of you has nothing to do with me."He stared at me."But you were my mate before her.""And you rejected me!"The words burst out of me before I could contain them.For the first time since he entered my office, Michael had nothing to say.I looked at him, my chest rising and falling as I fought to keep the rest of my anger under control."You rejected me, Michael. You made your choice, and I accept
BREAI caught Amelia's eye and winked at her.She looked at me for a second, then glanced at Michael, who was standing beside my desk with an expression I couldn't quite read. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before she straightened.I almost laughed.Amelia had never been particularly good at pretending when she knew exactly what I was doing, but at least she was trying."All right," I said, keeping my face straight. "Don't forget to let me know how it goes.""I won't." She turned toward the door, then paused and looked back at me. "And Brea?""Yes?""Don't forget that I still need those files from you.""I'll hand them over to you later.""Good."She gave Michael another polite nod before leaving, and the door clicked shut behind her.For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.I busied myself with the charts on my desk, although I wasn't actually reading
MICHAEL “I understand that you want answers. But whatever you discover, try to remember that Julian is a child who depends on the adults around him. He shouldn't have to bear the weight of this uncertainty.”“I know that.”My response came too quickly, and I lowered my eyes.Of course I knew that.Julian had done nothing wrong. He hadn't asked to be born into any of this, and he certainly hadn't asked to become the centre of a question that could tear his family apart.Whatever the truth turned out to be, he was still the little boy lying in that hospital bed, fighting to recover.I wasn't going to abandon him.“Thank you, Doctor,” I said, rising from my chair. “For arranging the test and for being honest with me about the result.”“I'm sorry that this has been so difficult, Mr. Blackwood.”I gathered the report, folded it carefully, and slipped it into the inner pocket of my jacket.
MICHAELI stared at the report in my hands, reading the same lines over and over again, but no matter how many times I went through them, the words remained unchanged.0.00% probability of paternity.Michael Blackwood is excluded as the biological father of Julian.“No,” I whispered.The word escaped before I realized I had spoken. I shook my head and read the result again, searching for something I might have missed, some little detail that would explain how the laboratory could have arrived at such a conclusion.There had to be a mistake.There had to be.“That's impossible,” I said, looking up at Alexander. “This cannot be right.”Alexander remained seated across from me, his expression serious. “I understand that this is difficult to accept, Mr. Blackwood, but the report has been verified.”“Verified?” I repeated. “How can you sit there and tell me that this report has been verified when you're telling me that the boy I've raised as my son isn't mine?”“I didn't say that Julian is
THIRD PERSON POVBrea was reviewing a patient's chart when Alexander returned to his office. She glanced up as he entered, noticing that he seemed preoccupied.“Is Julian all right?” she asked, setting the chart aside. “I saw the nurse taking the transfusion equipment away earlier. Did he respond to the blood?”“He's improving. His observations have remained stable, and the team will repeat his full blood count to assess his response properly. We're still monitoring him, but the transfusion appears to have helped.”Brea smiled with relief. “That's good news. I was worried about him after what happened earlier. He has been through so much, and he's only a child.”“He's fortunate that the team acted quickly.” Alexander took his seat, then looked at her. “There's something else, though. Michael approached me privately and asked me to arrange a DNA paternity test.”Brea's smile faded. “Really?”“Yes. He wants to know wh
THIRD PERSON POVThe blood bank finally located a compatible unit for Julian, and the nursing team moved quickly to prepare for the transfusion. After confirming his identity, verifying the blood product, and completing the required compatibility checks, they brought the packed red blood cells to his room and checked his baseline vital signs before starting the infusion.Rhonda stood beside the bed, watching every movement with anxious eyes. “How long will it take before we see an improvement? He's been lying here for so long, and I can't bear the thought of him getting worse again.”The nurse adjusted the infusion line and checked the monitor. “We'll monitor him closely throughout the transfusion, Mrs. Blackwood. His response will depend on several factors, including how his body responds to the blood and whether there are other complications affecting his condition. We'll keep checking his vital signs and watch for any signs of a transfusion reaction.”“But you expect him to improve







