Chapter 645 - DNA Testing for the Truth
She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment
Nora glanced at the report and could not be bothered with this woman. She threw the report to her.
Mrs. Livingstone immediately took it.
After taking a look, she was stunned and frowned tightly.
Jessica, who was accompanying Helen, walked over at the right time. When she saw Mrs. Livingstoneâs disbelieving expression, she walked to her and said, âThis child is almost four months old. Now that the results are out⦠Mrs. Livingstone, you should believe it, right?â Hearing her words, Mrs. Livingstone suddenly looked up.
She did not dare to believe this report and said, âImpossible. After I found out that Cecelia was pregnant, I personally took her to the hospital for another checkup! It was indeed a month
old!â
How could she not know how long Cecelia was pregnant for?
She had suspected it before, so she specially took Cecelia to the hospital. Yesterday, before Thomas got a divorce, she had done a fresh checkup.
As soon as she said this, Jessica asked, âWhich hospital did you go to?â Mrs. Livingstone said, âNew York Womenâs and Childrenâs Hospital.â
Jessica lowered her eyes and sneered. âDonât you know that the director of that hospital is Ceceliaâs cousin?â
Mrs. Livingstone: â???â She was stunned. âHow could this be?!â Why would she bother to find out who the director of New York Womenâs and Childrenâs Hospital was? Therefore, she had never thought of this question! However, when she went to the hospital and confirmed that the child was only one month old, the doctor had joked, âEat less. Those who donât know might think that your tummy is more than three months old. If youâre too fat, itâll lead to premature labor~â
That was why she was certain that the child in Ceceliaâs stomach was Thomasâ.
But now, she realized that perhaps this was all planned by Cecelia long ago! Mrs. Livingstoneâs expression changed from white to purple and then to as pale as paper. A series of changes made Nora, who was beside her, click her tongue in admiration.
However, Mrs. Livingstone refused to admit this. âThis DNA report is definitely fake! You must be lying to me!â
She took a step back and stared at Jessica and Nora. âHave you two worked together? Hehe, are you still going to say that thereâs nothing wrong with Noraâs medical skills? Let me tell you, itâs impossible. My son canât have weak semen!â
If the child in Ceceliaâs stomach was really not Thomasââ¦
This proved Noraâs previous guess about Thomas being infertile.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
But how could her son be infertile?
No way!
This report was definitely fake!
Jessica sighed. âMiss Smith had already guessed that you might not believe it, so she got your son to find a random lab outside to do it. We can wait for your sonâs results.â
With that, she decided not to go back to the ward and sat on the bench in the corridor. She said, âMrs. Livingstone, asthenospermia can be treated. You donât have to look like youâre mourning your parents. At least your family wasnât deceived by Cecelia, right?â
Mrs. Livingstone sneered. âI donât believe anything youâre saying now! I want to wait for my son to come back!â
â⦠Alright, then.â
After waiting for more than two hours, Thomas finally returned.
The moment he appeared in the corridor, Mrs. Livingstone stood up and hurried over. âSon, is the result out? What is it? The child is yours, right? Tell me these people are lying to me! They brought me a fake DNA report!â
Thomasâs expression was dark and he looked very angry. He did not speak for a moment.
After a while, he pushed Mrs. Livingstone away and entered Ceceliaâs ward.
When Mrs. Livingstone saw this scene, she was overjoyed. A relaxed expression finally appeared on her face as she sneered at Jessica. âDid you see that? My son went to see Cecelia first after returning. This means that Ceceliaâs child is definitely his! Otherwise, why would he care so much about Cecelia?â
However, as soon as she finished speaking, she heard Thomasâs angry roar coming from the ward. âTell me, who is the father of this bastard child?!â