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"Verena, surely you're not implying we fabricated this paternity test?" Her tone was composed, but her eyes sparkled with self-assurance.

"That would be against the law. You're welcome to have it authenticated or conduct another test at a different clinic. This child is unquestionably yours."

She stood firm, arms folded, exuding an air of triumph.

I hesitated, a plan gradually forming in my thoughts.

Noticing my skepticism about the test, Matias's face flushed with anger.

"Verena, I haven't even addressed your refusal to rescue me to safeguard your career."

"And now you're casting doubt on whether this child belongs to you? Didn't you deliver her?"

His words came out in a strained, breathless rush.

His puffy eyes were brimming with tears, his voice trembling as he implored, "If you don't trust it, get a paternity test at another hospital!"

I inhaled deeply, responding with composure. "Very well."

The live-stream comments erupted, with the majority now supporting Matias.