Chapter 242: Don’t Know What to Say

A group of people went to the hospital under Miller Inc. for the test.

Victoria had an amniocentesis. She didn't make a sound the whole time, just bit her lip, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

When it was over, the nurse helped her out. She sat on a chair in the hallway, face pale but expression calm.

Sean had his blood drawn and stood at the other end of the hallway, leaning against the wall, staring at a ginkgo tree outside the window, lost in thought.

Julian sat next to Victoria, his face still grim, but his tone much softer. "Go home and rest. Don't run around these days. Wait for the results."

Victoria nodded and said softly, "Thanks, Uncle."

Brian left first with his reporter friends. Before going, he gave Sean a meaningful look. "Mr. Miller, when the results come out, you better give my sister an explanation."

Sean ignored him.

The results would take three days.

Over those three days, Sean learned from the police that the kidnapper who took Liam was getting revenge for the mother and son who cut in line at the amusement park.

He had Miller Inc.'s lawyers handle it and make sure that woman went to jail.

She was still playing the victim online, saying she'd been sued and would go to prison.

Soon her account got banned. The authorities posted a notice online with the full story.

The woman was arrested, and the child's father took the kid and moved to another city.

On the morning of the third day, the testing center called.

The results were out.

When Sean got to the center, Julian and Victoria were already there.

Victoria sat on the sofa holding a cup of hot water. When she saw Sean walk in, she looked up at him calmly, no dodging.

The center's director handed the report to Julian himself, pushed up his glasses, and said in a businesslike tone, "According to the DNA test, the probability of paternity between the fetus and Mr. Sean is 99.99%. This supports that Mr. Sean is the biological father."

Julian held the report, fingers shaking slightly, his face unreadable.

He slapped the report in front of Sean. "Look at what you did!"

Sean looked down at it.

Black and white on the page, stamped with the center's red seal.

Supporting that Mr. Sean is the biological father of the fetus.

He stared at that line for a long time, long enough for the air in the room to feel frozen.

Impossible.

That night he'd been drugged, his mind foggy, his memory completely blank.

How could someone with no awareness do something like that?

And if he really had, how could he have zero memory of it?

He gripped the report, knuckles white.

But the report wouldn't lie.

This was under their Miller Inc. group. No one could have tampered with it.

Unless...

A terrible thought hit him.

Unless Victoria had somehow gotten his sperm without him knowing and made a child.

It wasn't unheard of in their circle, but the idea was so absurd it shocked even him.

Victoria stood up, walked over to him, and looked up at his face.

Her eyes were red, tears welling up, but she wore a bitter smile. "Shay, do you believe it now?"

Sean looked at her and said nothing.

Victoria lowered her head, one hand on her belly, voice choked. "I know you don't like me, and I don't want to tie you down with a child... but the child is innocent. He needs a father..."

Julian's face had calmed, but his eyes showed firm resolve.

"In three days, bring Miss Bennett to the old house to live." He glanced at Sean. "You and that woman outside—cut it off however you can, and fast. Don't make me handle it myself. You know what I'm capable of."

Sean stood there, watching his father lead Victoria out the door of the testing center.

Before getting in the car, Victoria looked back at him, and that look held a trace of triumph.

Sean stood still, fists clenched at his sides.

The car door shut, the car pulled out of the parking lot, and disappeared around the corner.

Sean stood alone in the lobby, still holding the report. He walked out, got in his car, started the engine, but didn't drive off.

He sat in the driver's seat, hands on the wheel, forehead pressed to the back of his hand, eyes closed.

His phone buzzed a few times—messages from Susan.

[Coming home for dinner tonight? Liam and I made honey-glazed ribs waiting for you.]

Below was a photo of Liam on a small stool, wearing an apron way too big for him, holding a spatula, smiling with his eyes curved.

Sean looked at the photo, throat tight.

He typed, deleted, typed again, deleted again.

Finally he just replied: [Coming back.]

He tossed the phone on the passenger seat and drove off.

Victoria was settled in the Miller family old house, in the biggest guest room on the east side of the second floor.

Julian had the room redone—new curtains, thick carpet, even corner guards on the walls, afraid she'd bump into something.

Even if the child came the wrong way, it was still Miller family blood. They couldn't neglect it.

Victoria walked around the room with a hand on her waist, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Uncle, you've gone to so much trouble," she said softly to Julian at the door.

"It's what I should do." Julian stood there, glancing at her belly. "Your only job now is to take care of the pregnancy. I'll handle the rest."

Victoria lowered her head, touched her belly, her smile deepening.

Sean drove back to the apartment.

He parked downstairs but left the engine running.

The hum was loud in the quiet lot. He leaned back, staring at the wheel.

The test results kept spinning in his head.

Victoria's child was really his.

It felt like some ridiculous joke. He'd never touched Victoria, not even once on his own.

But now it was right there in black and white. He had no choice but to believe.

Thinking about it made his stomach turn—not from disgust at Victoria, but because he didn't know how to tell Susan.

They'd just decided to start over. Their family of three had finally gotten back together.

If he told her now that Victoria had somehow gotten pregnant with his child, what would she think?

Would she believe him?

Or disappear without a word like five years ago?

Sean gripped the wheel, knuckles white.

He didn't dare risk it.

He sat in the car a long time. Only when Susan called did he finally get out and go home.

When he reached the door, before he could grab his keys, it opened from inside.