 THE IMPOSSIBLE DNA MATCH
Marcus stared at the screen.
“That doesn’t make sense.”
Miller continued.
“Her DNA matches historical medical records connected to an infant born in this house thirty years ago.”
Marcus shook his head.
“No.”
“The child was officially recorded as deceased.”
Marcus stepped backward.
“No.”
Miller didn’t move.
“Mr. Vance, the records were falsified.”
Marcus gripped the edge of the burned desk.
His mind raced through memories he had buried for decades.
Evelyn.
The pregnancy.
His father’s anger.
The overseas trip.
The death certificate.
The funeral he had never attended because his father told him everything had been handled.
His entire life suddenly looked different.
“Where is Clara?” Marcus demanded.
“She was discharged from the hospital this morning.”
“Where?”
“She has been packing her belongings in the servants’ cottage.”
Marcus didn’t wait.
He ran.
The billionaire who could command hundreds of employees and move millions of dollars with a phone call was suddenly running across his own estate like a desperate father searching for a child he had lost thirty years ago.
