Noah jumped up from the chair, almost stumbling because of his impatience.
Taking the file bag handed over by the doctor, he hesitated for a moment. He was afraid to open it, fearing that he wouldn't see the answer he wanted.
After a while.
Noah took a deep breath, made up his mind, and, like a brave soldier facing certain death, he opened the file bag with trembling hands.
He couldn't understand the long string of words at the beginning.
His gaze went straight to the answer.
'The matching degree of A and N in the paternity test is one hundred percent. The medical identification confirms them as identical twins.'
A is Alexander, and N is him.
Seeing the paternity test results for himself and Alexander, Noah did not show much surprise. This result was entirely within his expectations.
He put the paternity test result back into the file bag and opened another one.
Upon seeing the result, his face instantly turned pale.
'Miss S and Mr. N's paternity test result has a matching degree of one percent. The maternal possibility is one percent.'
Noah, still holding onto the last bit of hope, asked the doctor, "Why is the matching degree one percent? Could there be a mistake in your testing?"
The doctor explained, "There won't be a mistake. One percent indicates that there might be a very small blood relation between the two, but it's not a direct familial relationship."
Noah's hand holding the result sheet trembled slightly.
Not a direct familial relationship?
So, Miss Samantha is indeed not his mother.
He and Alexander are twin brothers, but he and Miss Samantha are not mother and son.
What on earth is going on?
Isn't Alexander Miss Samantha's biological child?
Noah, holding the test results, returned to Chelsea Creek in a daze.
Because he couldn't contact him for a long time, Ellena had just rushed home and wanted to see if he had returned.
As a result, she immediately saw him walking in dazed from outside.
She hurried over, anxiously asking about his situation. "Noah, where did you go? Do you know how worried I was?" Seeing him not speak, she gently patted his little face, "What's wrong with you? Speak up, don't scare your aunt."
Noah, looking at Ellena in a daze, calmly asked, "Auntie, do you know that I have another twin brother?"
"What twin brother?" Ellena looked at him puzzled, not understanding what he meant for a moment.
Noah didn't answer her question, and instead asked again, "Why did we get separated?"
Ellena was even more puzzled. "Noah, what's wrong with you? Why can't I understand what you're saying?"
Noah didn't say anything, shook his head, took the file bag upstairs, locked himself in the room alone, and curled up in the corner.
Today's Noah was too abnormal.
Abnormal to the point that Ellena was scared.
She immediately called Ethan.
An hour later, Ethan rushed back.
Ellena roughly explained the situation. Ethan immediately went upstairs and knocked on the door, saying, "Noah, open the door. I have something to tell you."
There was no response from inside.
Ethan's voice turned a bit cold, "Open the door!"
This time, the door opened.
Noah stood there with red eyes, looking lifeless. His little face was unnaturally pale.
Ethan was taken aback, immediately reaching out to feel his forehead.
The temperature was normal.
No fever.
He squatted down, changed his usual sternness, and touched his head with concern, asking, "Noah, tell me, what happened?"
Noah shook his head. "Father, I just want to be alone for a while. Please don't disturb me. I'm fine!"
Saying that, he turned around, closed the door, and locked it again.
Father?
Ethan looked at the closed door with a sense of loss.
Just now, Noah called him father again.
Not dad.
The use of "Father" seemed to have widened the distance between them.
Looking at the closed door, Ellena anxiously asked Ethan, "Ethan, what happened to Noah? Why did he suddenly mention something about a twin brother? Does he really have another twin brother? Why don't I know?"
Ethan had no mood to deal with her, turned around, and went downstairs.
Noah covered himself under the blanket, and tears silently rolled down.
Miss Samantha is not his mother.
Charlotte is not his sister.
He doesn't like Suzy, doesn't want Suzy to be his mother.
However, he couldn't change this result.
But he couldn't accept this result either.
Moreover, his biological mother seems to have some grievances with Miss Samantha.
If Miss Samantha knew that he was Suzy's son, would she avoid him and detest him...?
Thinking of this, tears flowed even more fiercely.
At the hospital.
Suzy lay on the hospital bed. After hearing the report from the other side, a malicious light flashed in her eyes.
"I know. Report to me anytime if there's any situation over there!"
After hanging up the phone, Sarah, who was guarding by the bedside, immediately asked, "How's the situation? Did she suspect anything?"
A triumphant look crossed Suzy's eyes. "Old skills are always the best. How could that bitch be my opponent?"
This answer made Sarah's hanging heart instantly land.
"That's good! If he recognizes Samantha and that little bitch, we won't just lose the chance to marry into the Steele family, but we will also offend Ethan because of this."
Those who offend Ethan have a miserable end.
She hasn't enjoyed enough happiness yet; she doesn't want to die.
Thinking of this matter, Suzy was suddenly filled with anger. Accidentally touching the bruise on her face, it hurt so much that she grinned and broke into a cold sweat.
She covered her nose, swollen like a radish, and said fiercely, "Noah, you son of bitch! You dared to humiliate me! You even secretly wanted to do a paternity test with Samantha and recognize her as your mother. Dream on!"
Sarah immediately consoled, "Don't be angry. There is a long way to go. When I married your father, I waited for eight years! When you marry Ethan, there will be plenty of opportunities to deal with Noah."
Suzy squinted her eyes. "Humph, I will definitely get rid of him then..."
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