Shawn immediately came to a realization. Paolo was known for being a lustful person. “Okay. It’s already arranged and is on the way to the hotel. I hope you enjoy yourself tonight, Mr. Paolo.”
With that, Shawn stood up and instructed the driver to send Paolo back to the hotel.
At around half past nine that night, Elias had finished drinking his coffee and was about to head to the Farwell residence’s study to practice some calligraphy when a car suddenly pulled up at the courtyard. Sonya rose to her feet. It was the person she had been waiting for.
Elias cast the first floor a glance, only to find the visitor to be Clinton Jennings, the person in charge of the testing facility. Upon entering the house, Clinton greeted politely, “Hello, Mrs. Farwell.”
“Please have a seat, Mr. Jennings.” Sonya was extremely friendly. She even served him a cup of coffee. Her gestures made him fearful, and he quickly offered, “If there’s anything you need, Mrs. Farwell, please let me know. I’ll do my best to fulfill your requests.”
As the person in charge of the testing facility, Clinton knew full well that purchasing their company was nothing to Farwell Group. A small testing facility was nothing in comparison to the powerful Farwell Group. In fact, he only met Lucian once, which was the day when the agreement of purchase was signed.
Hence, Clinton was at a loss when he heard that Lucian’s mother wanted to see him. He initially thought of bringing a gift. However, he figured Sonya might not like the gift he bought in a hurry. Hence, he decided to show up empty-ended rather than become a laughingstock.
“Calm down. It’s nothing serious,” Sonya reassured with a smile when she saw how rigid he was. Bobbing his head, Clinton took a sip of coffee and said, “What do you need, Mrs. Farwell?” “Did you receive the materials for the test that night?” asked Sonya.
“Yes.” Immediately, Sonya’s gaze hardened and grew solemn. “Those are the hairs of Lucian’s boys. It’s for the paternity test. Do you understand what I’m talking about?”
Clinton instantly understood what she meant. “Yes, Mrs. Farwell. I’ll contact you once the results are out,” Clinton promised. With that, he finished the cup of coffee and praised the fragrance. Only after drinking a second cup of coffee did he leave with a bright smile.
Sonya, too, felt more at ease. No matter what the results were going to be, she had enough time to prepare herself. Of course, it would be best if Lucian and the boys were not related. Lucian will be thankful to me for exposing Roxanne. I bet she’ll have an interesting ending.
Even if the children were Lucian’s, there was no need to panic. After all, the result was not final as long as she had Clinton. Meanwhile, an uneasy feeling bubbled in Elias’ heart as he watched Sonya from the study.
After a brief hesitation, he picked up his phone and sent a text. Lucian’s temperature was no longer showing any oddities. He even devoured the oatmeal Roxanne prepared for him.
“I’ve been sleeping the whole day. And now, I don’t feel sleepy anymore. I’m a little worried, though. Will I pass it on to you?” Lucian asked Roxanne.
“I don’t think so. This virus is contagious, but I have stronger immunity after getting poisoned a while ago. There’s a high possibility that I won’t get infected.”
The moment she finished saying that, Lucian pulled her closer and hugged her tightly. “What if we’re in a more intimate position? Like Before he could finish, Roxanne blushed and freed herself from him.
“Stop messing around. Your immunity’s low now. Please behave.” Roxanne could not believe Lucian could be so greedy all the time.
However, Lucian was so thick-skinned that he was not the slightest bit embarrassed. He only grinned maliciously, “I can’t help it. I misbehave when it’s you I’m with.”
With that, he hugged her again.
Usually, paternity results took about three days to be out. However, Clinton ordered his employees to work overtime so the results would be out early the next morning.
The results read: In line with the laws of genetics. The probability of paternity is ninety- nine point nine percent. Clinton went into deep thought when he read the results.
What kind of results does Mrs. Farwell want? I have a feeling she wants a different result. If not, she wouldn’t have met up with me in private. She would’ve been fine with the normal results.
Pondering momentarily, he quickly gave Sonya a call. She had just woken up. Seeing it was a call from Clinton, she grew nervous. “Good morning, Mrs. Farwell. This is Clinton. The paternity results are out.”
“Quick. Tell me the results. Are those boys Lucian’s?” asked Sonya impatiently. Clinton paused for a moment and reread the description of the test. Finally, he concluded, “This result shows a positive relationship. The two boys are Mr. Farwell’s kids.”
Sonya froze for a moment, unwilling to believe what she heard. Recovering from the shock, Sonya questioned anxiously, “How’s that possible? Could you guys have made a mistake? Is there a chance that the result’s wrong?”
“Mrs. Farwell, the instruments used are the latest. Even our staff’s standards are the best in Chanaea. There’s no way this is a mistake,” answered Clinton. His words shattered Sonya’s last hope.
Hearing that, Sonya hung up hastily, ignoring Clinton, who was waiting on the phone for further instructions. What went wrong? Are the boys really descendants of the Farwell family?
Sonya was in shock. She kept recalling the insults and provocations she made toward the boys. Suddenly, she began to tremble. “W-What do I do?” she mumbled, feeling utterly conflicted.
Immediately after that, Roxanne came to Sonya’s mind. She must hate me. No. I can’t accept this. Even if they’re my grandchildren, now’s not the time to acknowledge them. Lucian will never forgive me. After giving it some thought, Sonya called Clinton again.
“Listen here. Keep the original result and create another copy for me. Do you understand what I’m saying? I’ll reward you with ten million. No one else must know about this,” Sonya ordered. She believed Clinton would not disobey her. Sonya’s offer shook Clinton’s will. He nodded his head and promised, “Of course. I’ll do as you say.”
During the afternoon, Lucian woke up from his nap in the living room and saw Roxanne exiting the kitchen with the dishes she had just prepared.
“I figured you’d wake up this house, so I took some time to cook for you. You’ve got to eat it even if you don’t have an appetite,” said Roxanne with coercion.
Lucian nodded with a smile. “It’s your cooking. How could I not have the appetite to eat it? I’ll definitely finish it.” Putting down the plates, Roxanne slid her hand up his forehead to make sure his temperature was fine. She then examined his complexion. “Open your mouth. Let me see your tongue.”
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