For several seconds, I could not feel my hands.
The room around me was still moving.
A security guard bent to pick up the broken stem of a wineglass. Ingrid was demanding that someone explain what was happening. Harold kept repeating Sabine’s name as though saying it gently enough might make her return the codicil.
Martin had stopped speaking.
Felix was watching him.
Elise was watching me.
And on my phone, the anonymous message remained open.
THE BABY ISN’T FELIX’S.
I read it again.
Then I looked at Elise.
She must have seen something in my face because her own expression changed.
“What?”
I stood.
Felix turned toward me.
“Nora?”
I walked around the table.
Elise instinctively placed one hand over her stomach.
I held out the phone.
She read the message.
Her face went blank.
Then anger arrived.
“That’s a lie.”
Nobody had heard the message itself, but everybody noticed her tone.
Felix stepped closer.
“What’s a lie?”
Elise looked at him.
“They’re saying the baby isn’t yours.”
The room froze.
Ingrid let out one disbelieving breath.
Harold stared at Elise.
Felix did not move.
Martin did.
Only slightly.
His eyes dropped.
It was enough.
I saw it.
So did Sabine.
“Martin,” she said.
He looked up.
“What?”
“You knew.”
“I know no such thing.”
“That isn’t what your face said.”
“This is absurd.”
Elise turned on him.
“You had the test.”
Martin’s expression changed by a fraction.
Felix stared at her.
“What test?”
Elise’s eyes closed.
There it was.
Not a denial.
Not confusion.
History.
Felix’s voice hardened.
“What test?”
Elise looked at him.
“The first one.”
“What first one?”
She swallowed.
“When I found out I was pregnant.”
Ingrid whispered, “You had a paternity test?”
“Yes.”
Felix’s jaw tightened.
“Why?”
“Because Martin insisted.”
He turned toward Martin.
“You told me there wasn’t one.”
Martin spread his hands.
“The early screening was inconclusive.”
“That’s not what happened,” Elise said.
Everyone looked at her.
She continued.
“I was told the sample was contaminated.”
Felix stared.
“You told me you didn’t want prenatal testing.”
“I didn’t.”
“But you did it.”
“Because your father said the trust required confirmation before they paid my medical expenses.”
Harold frowned.
“I never said that.”
Elise looked at him.
“No. Martin did.”
Martin said, “This conversation is deteriorating into rumor.”
I almost laughed.
“Then help us with facts.”
He looked at me.
I held up the phone.
“Someone seems very interested in making sure we ask the right questions.”
“Anonymous messages are not evidence.”
“No.”
I slipped the phone into my bag.
“But reactions are useful.”
Sabine still held the codicil.
“Where is the paternity report?”
Martin said nothing.
She repeated the question.
“I don’t have one.”
“You administer the trust.”
“Yes.”
“You required testing.”
“I did not.”
Elise said, “Your assistant drove me.”
Martin looked at her sharply.
That was enough again.
“What assistant?” Caroline asked.
I had almost forgotten she was still standing near the doorway.
Martin turned.
“You are not part of this family.”
Caroline gave him a flat look.
“I’m beginning to think that’s an advantage.”
Felix moved toward Elise.
“Who drove you?”
“Laura.”
Every face turned toward the former notary.
Laura Mendel looked as though she wanted the floor to open beneath her.
Felix said, “You took her for the test?”
Laura hesitated.
Then nodded.
“Where?”
She looked at Martin.
Sabine snapped, “Stop looking at him.”
Laura flinched.
“Northbridge Genetics.”
Caroline immediately took out her phone.
Martin stepped forward.
“No outside calls until the trust documents are secured.”
I looked at him.
“You forged my signature, tried to control this meeting, and now you want to control phones?”
His face hardened.
“I am attempting to protect confidential information.”
“Whose?”
No answer.
Elise gripped the back of her chair.
“What did the first test say?”
Laura looked at her.
“I don’t know.”
“You were there.”
“I drove you.”
“You waited for the blood draw.”
“Yes.”
“You called me three days later.”
“I relayed what I was told.”
“By Martin.”
Laura looked down.
Elise’s voice shook.
“You told me the sample failed.”
“I was instructed to.”
That landed.
Felix moved toward Martin so quickly one of the guards raised a hand.
“Was there a result?”
Martin said nothing.
Felix stopped directly in front of him.
“Was there a result?”
“Yes.”
The word was quiet.
Elise’s hand flew to her mouth.
Felix looked as if someone had struck him.
“What did it say?”
Martin’s face remained composed.
“Inconclusive.”
Elise said, “You just lied twice in less than a minute.”
Martin ignored her.
Caroline spoke from the side of the room.
“Northbridge Genetics closed nine months ago.”
I turned.
“How do you know?”
“I just searched.”
“Why did it close?”
“Licensing violations.”
Harold swore.
Caroline continued.
“Records were transferred to a parent laboratory.”
“Which one?”
She looked up.
“Mercer Biomedical.”
Sabine stiffened.
“What?”
I noticed.
“You know it.”
She looked at Harold.
So did Felix.
Harold closed his eyes.
I said, “Someone explain.”
Felix answered.
“Mercer Biomedical handles medical screening for Blake company executives.”
My stomach tightened.
“Meaning?”
“It has contracts with Dad’s company.”
Harold shook his head.
“Not directly.”
“Through a subsidiary,” Sabine said.
Ingrid looked lost.
“Why does any of this matter?”
I turned toward her.
“Because a paternity result was routed through a lab financially connected to this family.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“No.”
I looked at Martin.
“But it means the result could be controlled.”
Elise sat down slowly.
“My baby is Felix’s.”
Nobody answered.
She looked at him.
“Felix.”
He stared at her.
“My baby is yours.”
His face was devastated.
“I believe you.”
“That didn’t sound like belief.”
“I said I believe you.”
“You hesitated.”
He closed his eyes.
That was the first time I saw Elise experience the kind of doubt I had been living inside all week.
It did not satisfy me.
Nothing about this satisfied me.
I sat across from her.
“Who else could be the father?”
She looked at me sharply.
“No one.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes.”
“Elise.”
“I said yes.”
Her answer was immediate, angry, humiliated.
I believed she believed it.
That did not make it true.
Sabine lowered the codicil.
“Then we verify.”
Martin said, “Absolutely not tonight.”
She looked at him.
“Why?”
“Because no reputable lab will produce an immediate legal result.”
“I didn’t ask for immediate.”
“Until testing is complete, we should proceed under the existing assumption.”
“No,” Elise said.
Everyone turned.
“No more assumptions.”
Her voice steadied.
“No more paperwork. No more guardianship. No more trust conditions. Nothing until I know what happened to that first test.”
Martin said, “You are under contractual obligations.”
Elise laughed.
“Show me one contract that lets you lie about my child.”
He fell silent.
Harold rubbed his forehead.
“We need to slow this down.”
“No,” I said.
He looked at me.
“Every time this family slows something down, records disappear.”
Margaret’s codicil.
My medical files.
Elise’s first test.
My forged consent.
Delay served only the people who controlled documents.
I turned to Caroline.
“Can you find the transferred Northbridge records?”
“Possibly.”
“How?”
“If Mercer retained them under patient identifiers, Elise can request them.”
Martin said, “Those records may be privileged.”
Elise stood.
“They’re my medical records.”
“That doesn’t mean—”
“Yes, it does,” Caroline said.
Martin glared at her.
Caroline continued, “Unless you want to explain why a trust administrator believes he has superior access to a pregnant woman’s genetic testing.”
For once, Martin had nothing.
Sabine looked at Elise.
“Request everything.”
“I will.”
“Tonight.”
“I will.”
Laura suddenly spoke.
“You won’t find it under her name.”
The room went silent again.
Martin turned slowly.
“Laura.”
She flinched but continued.
“The intake name was changed.”
Elise stared.
“What?”
“The sample wasn’t logged under Elise Hartmann.”
“Why?”
Laura’s eyes filled.
“I was told it was for privacy.”
Felix said, “What name?”
She looked at him.
“Anna Weber.”
Caroline went still.
I noticed before anyone else.
“What?”
She said nothing.
“Caroline.”
Every head turned toward her.
“Who is Anna Weber?”
Her face had gone pale.
“My sister.”
Nobody spoke.
Elise stared at her.
“You have a sister?”
“Had.”
That one word changed the air.
“What happened to her?” I asked.
Caroline swallowed.
“She died twelve years ago.”
The room seemed to tilt again.
“Why would Elise’s sample be logged under your dead sister’s name?”
Caroline looked at Martin.
He looked away.
And in that movement, something passed between them.
Recognition.
Old recognition.
“You knew,” I said.
Caroline shook her head.
“No.”
“You recognized the name immediately.”
“It’s my sister’s name.”
“That isn’t what I mean.”
Her eyes filled with something harder than fear.
“I’ve been trying to find out why Anna’s identity keeps appearing in Blake records.”
The statement landed heavily.
Felix frowned.
“What Blake records?”
Caroline looked at him.
“Medical files.”
My skin prickled.
“How long?”
“Years.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because until tonight, I thought it was identity theft connected to the company.”
Martin said sharply, “Enough.”
Nobody listened.
Caroline opened her phone.
“I found Anna’s name in an archived employee-benefits file four months ago.”
“Employee?”
“She never worked for Blake.”
Harold looked toward Martin.
“You said that was clerical.”
Caroline stared at him.
“You knew?”
Harold’s face tightened.
“Martin mentioned an old duplicate record.”
“Why?”
“Because Caroline had started asking questions.”
Caroline laughed without humor.
“So you knew who hired me before I ever contacted you.”
Harold said nothing.
Elise looked at Caroline.
“Why would they use your sister’s name for my test?”
“I don’t know.”
Laura whispered, “It wasn’t the first time.”
Martin moved toward her.
“Stop talking.”
One of the guards stepped between them.
Laura looked terrified now.
But she kept speaking.
“Northbridge used Anna Weber as a placeholder identity for certain private tests.”
“What kind of tests?” Sabine asked.
“Paternity. Fertility. Genetic compatibility.”
My stomach turned.
“Whose?”
Laura looked around the room.
“Blake family cases.”
Ingrid whispered, “This is insane.”
Laura shook her head.
“No. It was organized.”
I thought of Room 214.
Medical records.
Candidate files.
Fertility likelihood.
Everything measured.
Everything categorized.
Felix asked, “How many?”
“I don’t know.”
“More than Elise?”
“Yes.”
“More than Nora?”
Laura looked at me.
“Yes.”
A cold feeling moved through me.
The trust had existed for generations.
How many spouses had been selected?
How many children tested?
How many identities altered?
Margaret had called the inheritance a religion.
Perhaps she had been literal in the worst possible way.
Caroline walked toward Laura.
“Who created the Anna Weber profile?”
Laura started crying.
“I don’t know.”
“You used my dead sister’s identity.”
“I was told it already existed.”
“By whom?”
Laura looked at Martin.
He said nothing.
Caroline’s voice dropped.
“By him?”
Laura nodded.
Martin stood.
“This meeting is over.”
Sabine looked at him.
“No.”
“I no longer recognize the legitimacy of this proceeding.”
“You don’t get to.”
“I am executive administrator.”
“And I am arbiter.”
He laughed.
“You think that title gives you control?”
“It gives me enough to suspend distribution.”
“You’ve already done that.”
“Yes.”
“Then what exactly do you think happens next?”
Sabine stared at him.
He stepped closer.
“The company debt remains.”
Harold looked down.
“Your husband’s creditors remain.”
Sabine flinched.
“Ingrid’s obligations remain.”
I turned toward Ingrid.
“What obligations?”
She looked startled.
Martin had revealed too much.
“What obligations?” I repeated.
Ingrid said nothing.
Harold said, “Martin.”
He ignored him.
“Every person at this table depends on the trust in ways Nora does not understand.”
“That was the point,” I said.
“I wasn’t supposed to understand anything.”
Martin looked at me.
“You were supposed to live comfortably.”
The casual cruelty of it stunned even Felix.
“In exchange for ignorance?”
“In exchange for stability.”
I laughed.
“You really believe those are the same thing.”
“Most people do.”
“No.”
“Most people accept arrangements they never examine.”
He looked around the room.
“Mortgages. marriages. jobs. families.”
Then back at me.
“You were happy.”
I stared at him.
“That doesn’t make deception consent.”
“No.”
He tilted his head.
“It makes it complicated.”
Felix said quietly, “Not anymore.”
Martin looked at him.
“You think confessing makes you brave?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Martin picked up his coat.
“Because if Nora uses that codicil, Harold’s company collapses, Sabine loses her distribution, Elise loses support, and the foundation receives assets it cannot immediately liquidate.”
He looked at me last.
“And you walk away with moral satisfaction.”
I said nothing.
“Think carefully about how much that is worth.”
He left.
No one stopped him.
For several seconds, the only sound was Ingrid breathing.
Then Elise sat heavily.
“I want the test.”
Caroline nodded.
“I’ll help.”
I looked at her.
“Why Anna?”
“I don’t know.”
“Find out.”
“I will.”
Felix sat beside Elise.
For the first time all night, I felt no jealousy.
Only dread.
Because if the baby truly was not his, then Elise’s affair, the guardianship plan, and the trust succession had all been built around a false fact.
And someone had known from the beginning.
My phone buzzed.
Anonymous number.
One message.
THE FIRST TEST WAS NOT INCONCLUSIVE.
Another.
IT EXCLUDED FELIX.
I looked at Elise.
Then the final message arrived.
ASK HAROLD WHY THE SECOND TEST USED HIS DNA.
Click here to continue reading: PART 14: Harold’s DNA Had Been Used to Make Felix Look Like the Father, and the Reason Reached Back to a Secret Pregnancy Before Our Marriage
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