Chapter 59 Paternity Test
Ethan scratched his head in confusion, "How do I keep my center of gravity from going too far forward? And how do you cushion with your wrists?"
The old man chuckled, "Even if I explained it now, you wouldn't understand—it takes practice. Remember, throw a punch like cracking a whip. The power starts in your legs, builds in your waist, and explodes through your fist. Pull back fast, like snapping a rubber band. Blocking isn't about taking hits head-on—it's about using leverage to deflect your opponent's force. Got it?"
Though Ethan didn't understand all the technical terms, he felt the old man's advice made sense and nodded earnestly. "Thank you, I'll remember that! Punch like a whip, pull back like a rubber band!"
Seeing the old man drenched in sweat with cracked lips, Ethan ran to a nearby convenience store, bought a bottle of water, and handed it over. "Here, have some water."
The old man accepted the water, unscrewed the cap, and took a long drink. Wiping his mouth, he smiled and patted Ethan's back. "Good kid. You've got sharp instincts and natural talent. Keep practicing—you've got real potential for combat sports."
With that, the old man leaned on his walking stick and slowly disappeared into the depths of the woods, vanishing as if he'd never been there at all.
The bodyguard watched the old man's retreating figure, clicking his tongue thoughtfully. That guy was a master, probably a retired combat expert.
At the same time, Charles sat in his office staring at three sealed bags containing hair samples from Ethan, Emma, and himself.
"Nathan."
Nathan quickly appeared at the office door, wearing his usual composed expression. "Mr. Windsor, you called for me?"
Charles gestured to the sealed bags on his desk. "Get a paternity test done."
Nathan paused for a moment, then understood and reached for the bags.
"Don't just send them to one place. Find multiple facilities—domestic and international. I need the results to be absolutely accurate."
Nathan looked puzzled, scratching his head. "Mr. Windsor, one reputable facility should be sufficient, shouldn't it? Why go through all this trouble?"
"Just do as I say. Stop asking so many questions." Charles glared at him.
Nathan didn't dare ask more and quickly took the sealed bags. "Yes, Mr. Windsor, I'll handle it right away."
After leaving the office, Nathan muttered to himself, 'What's gotten into Mr. Windsor? It's just a paternity test—why be so cautious?'
But he didn't dare disobey orders and immediately began contacting various testing facilities.
First, Nathan went to the Emerald City Forensic Identification Center.
As soon as he walked into the lobby, he felt several odd looks directed his way. Not thinking much of it, he went straight to the window, handed over the samples, and explained his purpose.
The staff member took the samples, looked up at him, and her expression immediately became unnatural. Her eyes flickered as she hurriedly registered the information and told him to go home and wait for the results.
As Nathan left the lobby, he felt something was off.
Glancing back, he saw the staff member whispering to someone nearby, occasionally pointing in his direction.
Nathan's heart sank. Was there something wrong with this place?
Filled with suspicion, Nathan drove to a forensic identification center in a neighboring city. As soon as he walked in, he noticed the staff looking at him strangely, as if they already knew him.
During the paperwork process, they moved unusually slowly and kept trying to probe about his identity.
Nathan became increasingly suspicious. After completing the procedures, instead of leaving immediately, he observed from nearby. Sure enough, he saw a staff member sneaking to a corner to make a phone call.
"Ms. Garcia, Nathan came in for a paternity test. He brought three samples." The staff member's voice was respectful yet nervous.
Ms. Garcia? Which Ms. Garcia?
"Yes, yes, understood. Don't worry, I know what to do."
After hanging up, the staff member returned to work.
Nathan's expression darkened.
These testing facilities had been tampered with; no wonder the staff's reactions were so strange.
This Ms. Garcia could mobilize so many medical industry insiders to work for her; she clearly had significant influence. Perhaps she was in the medical field herself.
If she could infiltrate these two identification centers, she'd probably already reached out to other nearby facilities as well.
That meant no matter how many more identification centers Nathan visited, it would all be futile.
But this Ms. Garcia's reach had to be limited. He didn't believe she could control every testing facility in the world.
He immediately returned to the company. Instead of going directly to Charles, he first found a trusted field agent and handed him one of the samples. "Book a flight overseas immediately; the farther the better. Once you're there, find a reputable testing facility and get this paternity test done. Send me the results as soon as they're ready, and keep this absolutely confidential. No one else can know about this."
Though puzzled, the field agent accepted the assignment. "Understood."
After arranging everything, Nathan entered Charles's office and reported everything he'd discovered.
After hearing the report, Charles's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile.
Ms. Garcia... Who else could it be but Elodie?
It seemed she already knew exactly whose children these were.
He was now even more certain that Ethan and Emma were his and Emily's children.
Otherwise, why would Elodie go to such elaborate lengths?
At that moment, in Emily's office, Elodie sat on the sofa holding a cup of coffee, smiling as she said to Emily, "Emily, you were absolutely right. Charles did go for a paternity test, and he's quite cautious, too. He avoided Evergreen Hospital, where I work, and went to several forensic identification centers instead."
Emily sighed, worry crossing her face. "We still can't let our guard down. Even though we prepared in advance, Charles is incredibly shrewd. What if he discovers something and goes elsewhere for testing?"
Elodie set down her coffee cup, her tone confident. "Don't worry. I've already had people contact the top ten testing facilities nationwide. The results will all be falsified."
Emily still felt uneasy, her brow furrowed: "I'm still worried. When he sees those fake results, will he really give up? Will he actually believe them?"
"Even if he doesn't believe them, he won't be able to find anything out anytime soon," Elodie reassured her.
Emily nodded, but her heart remained heavy with concern.