The manipulation
Bella's Pov
The atmosphere in Sam's study was heavy with tension. The ornate wooden table in the center of the room held folders, scattered notes, and steaming mugs of coffee. Sam sat at the head, his jaw tight, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the table. To his left was Jacob, his personal bodyguard, whose sharp eyes scanned the room, always on alert. Jonathan, his secretary, sat to Sam's right, nervously flipping through his tablet. I took the seat next to Sam, determined to stay by his side through this chaos.
The recent DNA results had shaken us all. Sam's position, reputation, and even his identity were under scrutiny. But deep down, I knew something didn't add up. There was more to this than what we were being told.
Jonathan broke the silence first, his voice uncertain. "Sir, I've been going through the records from the Asher Hospital, and… there are some discrepancies."