At Linda's place, she folded her arms across her chest, staring at Alexander as if he had just spoken in riddles.
Her brows knitted together in confusion.
"Say that again," she demanded, her voice sharp with disbelief.
Alexander leaned back on the couch, his expression calm but calculating. He held up a folded piece of paper and then tossed it onto the glass table in front of him.
"Eleanor is not the Whitmores' biological daughter," he repeated.
Linda's eyes flickered with shock, but she quickly grabbed the paper and unfolded it with shaky hands. As she scanned through the DNA test results, her lips parted slightly.
Her pulse quickened, and she had to read the words twice just to be sure she wasn't imagining things.
No biological relationship found.
Her head snapped up, eyes wide with disbelief. "This… this can't be real," she muttered.