Chapter 55
When Adam arrived at Brenda’s place, she was already waiting outside, dressed to impress as usual. She climbed into the passenger seat, her lips tugged into a sly smile.
“Took you long enough,” she said, adjusting her sunglasses.
Adam didn’t bother responding. Instead, he focused on the road ahead, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. The tension between them was palpable.
Halfway to the hospital, Brenda’s head lolled against the window as she drifted off to sleep. Adam glanced at her, his jaw clenching.
By the time they reached the hospital, Adam parked the car and gently nudged her awake. “We’re here.”
Brenda stirred, groaning softly before opening her eyes. When she realized where they were, she immediately tensed.
“This isn’t the right hospital,” she said, her voice sharp.
Adam raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? This hospital is perfectly fine.”
Brenda shook her head, her tone firm. “No. I have a specific one in mind. Take me there.”
Adam frowned, suspicion flickering across his face. “Why somewhere else? Is there something you’re hiding?”
“What? No! Of course not,” she exclaimed, her eyes darting away.
“Then it shouldn’t matter where we go,” Adam said, his voice hardening. “If there’s nothing fishy going on, you’ll get down right now and walk into that hospital. Or I’ll be forced to believe otherwise, and the wedding will be off.”
Her face paled. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.”
Left with no choice, Brenda reluctantly stepped out of the car and followed Adam into the hospital. She walked stiffly, her discomfort obvious.
Inside, the staff greeted them professionally and quickly began the necessary procedures. Blood samples were taken, and they were asked to wait for the results.
Adam sat calmly in the waiting area, but his eyes never left Brenda. She was fidgeting nonstop, her gaze darting around the room.
“Something wrong?” Adam asked, feigning concern.
“No,” Brenda snapped. “I’m fine.”
Adam smirked to himself and sent a quick message to Sophie:
“At the hospital. Get the press here.”
The moment Brenda’s phone buzzed with a notification, she shot to her feet. “I need to use the restroom,” she said hurriedly.
Adam’s eyes narrowed. “Sure. Take your time.”
As Brenda walked away, Adam followed her at a safe distance, keeping out of sight. When she suddenly turned left and entered a room marked “Doctor’s Office,” his suspicions were confirmed.
Quietly, he pulled out his phone and began recording.
Inside, Brenda’s voice was frantic. “You have to help me. I can’t let him know the truth.”
The doctor sounded confused. “What exactly are you asking me to do?”
“Just… alter the results,” Brenda pleaded. “Make it look like he’s the father. I’ll do anything.”
The doctor hesitated. “Ms. this is highly unethical—”
“I’ll make it worth your while,” she interrupted. “Money, favors… anything.”
Adam’s grip on his phone tightened, his blood boiling.
“I can’t—”
Before the doctor could finish, Brenda leaned in and kissed him, her hands gripping his face.
Adam didn’t wait another second. He burst into the room, his phone still recording. “What the hell is going on here?”
Brenda jerked away from the doctor, her face a mask of shock and horror. “Adam!”
The doctor stumbled back, his hands raised in defense. “I… this isn’t what it looks like!”
“Oh, I think it’s exactly what it looks like,” Adam snapped, snapping a picture of Brenda and the doctor before she could react.
“Stop!” Brenda screamed, lunging toward him.
Adam stepped back, his glare icy. “You’ve been caught, Brenda. You can drop the act now.”
Tears filled her eyes as she shook her head. “It’s not what you think—”
“Save it,” Adam interrupted coldly. “You’ve done enough.”
Brenda’s sobs turned into a scream of frustration as she realized her plan had completely unraveled.
Adam turned to the doctor, his voice low and menacing. “You’re going to hand over the real test results. No games. No cover-ups. Or I’ll make sure you lose your license by the end of the day.”
The doctor nodded frantically. “Of course. I’ll… I’ll get them right now.”
