I handed him the envelope. “Read before signing.”
His eyes moved across the paternity report, and color drained from his face. He read Lucas’s name, then looked at Alyssa.
“What is this?” Connor muttered.
“A laboratory result,” I said. “Your promised son belongs to someone else.”
Alyssa tore the report from his hands. “It’s fabricated!”
A man rose from the audience. Lucas faced her. “No, Alyssa. You ordered the test.”
Parker activated the ballroom screen. The clinic certification appeared, followed by Alyssa’s consent form, and then her recorded voice filled the room.
“Connor is desperate for a boy,” her laughter echoed.