Michael got up from the bed and slowly walked over to Greta. The man gave her no chance to escape at all. Even though he was distended and his build could be said to be the shortest in the Petersson family, that didn't mean he was shorter than Greta.
"Do you think I'm stupid? I know what's mine, and what's not." Michael said quietly.
He grabbed Greta's chin and moved it left and right, "You've always told me that Oscar is Peter's real son, his flesh and blood. But I won't believe it until we do a DNA test."
Greta was the only woman he really knew. Even Michael knew Greta better than the back of his hand. After having been in a relationship for 10 years, despite the on and off, Michael was very well-acquainted with Greta, down to the small details about her.