Nathan's POV“Hmmm….. We will see to that by tomorrow.” I scoffed.Andrea’s hands trembled at her sides. Her face was pale, her composure finally cracking like thin ice under pressure. My mother opened her mouth, probably to intervene, but I didn’t let her.“No Mother,” I said firmly. “Not now. Not ever again. I will hear the truth before anyone tries to soften it with speeches or blessings.”Andrea swallowed hard. “Nathan… you don’t have to—”“I do,” I interrupted, my voice low, almost a growl. “I want a DNA test. Blood. Whatever it takes. You’re not going to tell me stories anymore, Andrea. I will know for certain. This child, I will know then if it’s really mine.”Her lips parted, then trembled. “DNA? Now? Why…”“Because I can’t live with lies anymore. You left me, Andrea. You disappeared. You came back with a story about a child, about blessings, about reconciliation and I don’t know what’s real and what’s not.”She flinched at my words, but she didn’t deny them. That tiny silence
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