Chapter 68
After Brandon wrapped up the registration and payment, he spun on his heel and took off.
His ride was parked right out front of the testing center, and as he drove off, a red taxi zipped by, narrowly missing his car and snagged the spot heâd just vacated.
Brandon shot a glance in the rearview at the red cab, whipped the steering wheel like a pro, and the car took a sharp turn and headed
out.
Almost at the same time, Martin pushed his way out of the taxi.
He looked up at the paternity testing centerâs entrance and strode in, handing over two samples to the staff, âI need a paternity test done.â
The same words, the same tall and handsome dude, the same hair samples, and all within a five-minute window. Martinâs and Brandonâs synchronized moves got the staff member all chatty, âWhatâs the deal today? Why are all these Zenitha folks coming in for DNA tests?â âEven the samples are carbon copies.â He shook Brandonâs freshly bagged sample at his colleague and then pulled out an identical bag from the toolbox to pack up the samples.
Martin frowned faintly, turning to the youthful-looking staff member, âSo a Zenitha guy about my height was just here?â
âYep, he just left.â The staff member stretched his neck toward the door, âHe was just outside. Looked a lot like you, tall, dashing, in a black suit.â
To him, all Zenithians seemed to be cut from the same cloth.
Martin also glanced towards the door, saw no familiar figures, but from the staffâs description, it sounded like Brandon.
When his gaze returned, it caught the surveillance camera at the entrance. After a brief pause, he addressed the staff member, âCould I have a look at your surveillance footage? That guy might be a buddy of mine.â
The staff member gave a polite refusal with a smile, âSorry, thatâs confidential. Canât just show it to anyone.â
Martin nodded in understanding, âNo worries, thanks anyway.â
He didnât pester the staff member further. He couldnât fathom Brandonâs actions. Hadnât he asked him to mail in hair samples so that Marian could get tested first with him? But now, with Marian not on board, was he going ahead with the test behind her back? âSir?â The staff member tapped the desk.
Martin snapped back to reality, offered an apologetic glance, and followed through with the registration and payment before leaving. The results of the paternity test would take three business days.
Martin had made a spur-of-the-moment decision to fly over, leaving many work matters unarranged. Though he was running the company, his grandfather, Louis, kept a close eye on things, and heâd notice something was up if Martin didnât show up for a day. Right after leaving the paternity testing center, Louisâs call came through, âWhere have you vanished to? Not a peep in over a day? You didnât show up at the office, and there was some board meeting today that got canceled last minute. Whatâs going on?â.
âIâm over in Wye City, got some stuff to sort out. Iâll be back in a few days, Martin replied, holding back the info about the DNA results to avoid getting Louisâs hopes up prematurely.
But sly as he was, Louis wasnât easily fooled, âWhatâs so important that youâd fly all the way over without planning your work ahead of time? This isnât like you. And we donât have business in Wye City, nor plans to expand there anytime soon. Whatâs really going on?â
Martin offered a vague response, âJust some personal business.â
Louis retorted, âWhat personal business could you possibly have? A bachelor through and through, no wife, no girlfriend, your lifeâs all about work. What could it be?â
Martin was silent.
Louis pressed on, âTell me the truth, did you get a lead on Yolanda?â
By the end, Louisâs voice quivered with barely contained excitement, âAll these years, itâs only Yoliâs matters that make you bolt without a word, even ignoring your work. Tell me, have you heard from her?â
âYoliâ was Louisâs pet name for Yolanda, a term of affection heâd been using for years and hadnât given up.
After a momentâs silence, Martin hesitated, considering whether to keep the secret.
âMartin,â Louis couldnât wait, urging him with an anxious tone as his cane thumped on the floor, his voice full of impatience, âSpeak up, are you trying to give me a heart attack?â
Martin exhaled softly, knowing he couldnât keep it from him. Louis had raised and trained him. There was nothing Martin could hide.
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And Martin knew Louis too well. Louis was probably plotting to fly over right this second.
âThere is something,â Martin admitted reluctantly, trying to dissuade Louis from flying over, âI just came from the paternity testing center. Itâll be about three days before we get the results. Iâll let you know once theyâre out.â
âWhy wait three days?â Predictably, Louis was already getting up to take action, âItâs perfect timing. We fly over now, factor in the time change, and the results should be cut by the time we arrive. No point waiting around at home.â
While speaking, he turned to Nell, who had been caring for him for years, and whispered, âNell, book us a flight to Wye City. Today. The
soonest one.â
Louis wasnât trying to be quiet, and Martin heard it all, immediately trying to stop him, âGrandpa, donât rush over. Itâs a long trip. Wait for the results, and it wonât be too late to fly then. Iâll keep an eye on things here; she wonât get away. Besides, weâre not even sure itâs Yolanda yet.â
Louis was adamant, âItâs no trouble. A nap on the plane and weâre there. I canât wait a day longer.â There was no room for negotiation, âBesides, if you werenât at least 80% sure, would you be in such a rush for a DNA test? Tell me, whatâs the situation with the girl? Why do you think she might be Yolanda?â
Martin thought of the bracelet on Marianâs wrist and felt his throat constrict uncontrollably.
Louis quickly picked up on the emotional turbulence in Martinâs voice. âMartin?â
âShe was wearing that bracelet with SY engraved on it, the same emerald bracelet Brandon gave her back in the day.â Martin cleared his throat, suppressing the untimely surge of emotions, âThe age matches up too. She was picked up and adopted by a family, but Iâm not sure about the specifics of that household yet. Iâve just gotten here and havenât had the chance to dig into it.â
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Louis, voice choked with urgency, instructed Nell, âNell, hurry up and check the flights. It doesnât have to be a direct one, look for a connecting flight, anything as long as itâs the soonest one, the quicker, the better.â
Martin could imagine Louisâs desperation on the other end of the phone.
Their family had a bunch of grandkids, but Yolanda was the only girl. As a child, she was exceptionally cute and lovely, a real beauty, and while she was the apple of everyoneâs eye, she wasnât spoiled or willful. Instead, she was sensible, thoughtful, and caring. She had a knack for noticing when someone was feeling down. She wouldnât do anything extravagant to cheer them up. She would just quietly sidle up and take their hand with her baby-soft voice, asking, âGrandpa, are you feeling down?â or âMartin, are you unhappy?â Then, with her big, shining eyes, sheâd softly say, âHow about I keep you company for a chat, okay?â or âItâs okay, a hug will make everything better.â For this reason, the entire family adored this sweet and loving little girl. They would hold her preciously in their palms, afraid sheâd fall, and keep her close to their hearts, afraid sheâd melt away-if not for that yearâs tragic mishap.