Chapter 4 - The Genetic Truth
Thomas lifted his hand and pointed a single finger directly at his own face.
"Look at my eyes, Brandon," Thomas commanded, his voice cold and unwavering. "Look at them very closely."
Brandon blinked, forced to look into the striking, vivid blue irises of the man standing before him. Sunlight from the window hit Thomas’s face, illuminating the exact same piercing blue shade that shone in the newborn baby’s eyes resting in Claire’s arms.
"My eyes are blue, Brandon," Thomas said, each word hitting like a physical blow. "My mother’s eyes were blue. Genetics are recesive. A baby can inherit eye color from grandparents even if both parents carry recessive traits. Learn how basic genetics work before you accuse my daughter of infidelity to cover up your own guilt."
Brandon’s jaw hung open. He looked from Thomas's blue eyes down to the tiny baby in the swaddled blanket, then back to Thomas again. The realization hit him like a freight train: the child was undeniably his own biological son.
"I... I..." Brandon stammered, his hands dropping limply to his sides. "I thought... I didn't know..."
"You didn't care to know," Claire whispered from the bed, her voice devoid of any remaining warmth or affection. "You were just looking for an excuse to degrade me. You wanted a reason to make me feel small so I wouldn't ask where our money went."
Brandon fell forward onto his knees beside the hospital bed, reaching out frantically toward Claire's hand. "Claire, baby, please! I was confused! I was stressed about the business! I was paranoid because of work! I swear I didn't mean to hit you! It was an accident! I love you, please forgive me!"
Claire pulled her hand back, tucking her newborn son close to her shoulder. "Don't touch us, Brandon. Don't ever touch us again."
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Thomas picked up his encrypted black phone from the table, unlocked the screen with his fingerprint, and dialed a pre-set three-digit emergency extension.
👉 Read Part 5 to see who Thomas called on his encrypted phone.
