My Best Friend Had a Baby to Inherit Riches, I Exposed Her Chapter 04
Before I could finish, Garrett’s father slapped the phone out of my hand, smashing it to the floor.
“Check him for what? My grandson is perfectly healthy!”
“How can you be so evil? Cursing a newborn baby to be sick!”
My screen shattered, and the back of my hand throbbed red from the blow.
“Once Dr. Miller checks him, you’ll understand exactly what I mean.”
Garrett’s father glared at me with pure venom.
“Fine! Let’s see what kind of stunt you’re trying to pull.”
“When those medical results come back clear, I will make you pay for this!”
Thirty minutes later, Dr. Miller rushed into the hall, followed by two assistants carrying heavy medical cases.
I kept my eyes locked on the infant in Abby’s arms.
“A full examination. Check him from head to toe!”
Garrett’s mother anxiously gripped Dr. Miller’s hand.
“Doctor, there’s nothing wrong with his heart or lungs, right?”
Dr. Miller didn’t answer. He took the baby as his assistants set up the portable diagnostic machines and began a meticulous examination.
The crowd held their breath, waiting for the verdict.
Soon, Dr. Miller removed his stethoscope.
“The child’s respiratory and cardiovascular functions are perfectly healthy. No damage detected.”
Abby visibly relaxed.
“I told you so. During my pregnancy, I went out to an isolated backcountry commune to get a three-thousand-year-old remedy.”
“I spent three hundred days consuming raw alkaline solutions and fringe bio-fluids just to secure this boy. How could he have issues?”
“Mr. Sterling helped a lot too, drinking a pound of alkaline water every day.”
Garrett’s mother clutched her chest, letting out a massive sigh of relief.
Garrett’s father turned on me, his eyes wide with fury. He delivered a brutal slap across my face that left my ears ringing.
“Audrey! I tolerated you for three years out of respect for our family, but you’ve pushed it too far!”
“My grandson is perfectly healthy. If you curse him again, the Sterling family will destroy you!”
He slammed a stack of divorce papers onto the table in front of me.
“Sign it and get the hell out.”
My cheek burned with blistering pain.
But the pain on my skin was nothing compared to the ice in my heart.
“I won’t sign. Not until we run another DNA test.”
Garrett’s mother snapped at that.
“You lunatic! Look at his eyes, his nose! Am I blind? I know my own son’s face!”
Abby’s eyes flared red with rage. She lunged forward, grabbing my shoulders with a iron grip.
“You think I forged the DNA test? You think everyone is as disgusting as you are?!”
“Fine! I’ll make sure you die a definitive death today!”
She whipped her head toward the physician, screaming, “You want a DNA test? OK! Do it right now!”
Then she glared back at me like a demon crawling out of hell.
“If the results come back and prove Toby is Garrett’s son…”
“Audrey, you will abort that thing in your stomach, sign the divorce papers, and vanish from this family forever!”
Garrett’s parents stood by, neither of them raising an objection.
The pain on my face seeped deep into my bones.
I clenched my fists, a wave of fierce determination washing over me.
If I backed down now, Garrett would be assigned a fake wife and a son who couldn’t even inherit the wealth, all while completely in the dark.
Without waiting for my answer, Garrett’s sister aggressively dragged me toward the medical suite.
“Let’s see what lies you have left after this!”
Seeing the heavy tension, Dr. Miller quietly collected the infant’s swab sample for the rapid analyzer.
Moments later, Garrett’s personal toothbrush was brought in as the paternal reference.
The minutes crawled by as the room fell into a suffocating silence, everyone waiting for the verdict.
Garrett’s elders sat shoulder to shoulder in a grim, silent row, their dark eyes drilling into me.
It felt as if I weren’t the daughter-in-law of the Sterling family, but some kind of unforgivable criminal.
Staring back at the masks of pure hatred confronting me, a wave of suffocating bitterness churned deep within my chest.
A distant aunt sneered from the corner, “Once the machine prints the truth, I want to see you try to squirm out of it.”
Finally, the machine let out a cold, electronic beep.
The high-speed printer began spitting out sheets of data.
A sharp chime signaled the final report.
The top line read clearly—
