Part 2DNA Bombshell Rocks Family, Exposes Father-in-Law’s Secret

Mrs. Carter froze, her gaze landing on the report on the floor. I saw panic flash across her face, but before I could react, she slapped me. “Noah isn’t our grandson? How could you do this? Eric has been nothing but good to you! How could you betray us like this?”

Mr. Carter chimed in. “Call your parents! I want to know what kind of people raised such a daughter. How dare you do something so disgraceful!”

I struggled to keep my cool. “I’m telling you for the last time—Noah is Eric’s son. If you don’t believe me, wait for Eric to come home. He’ll take another DNA test with Noah, and we’ll settle this once and for all.”

Mr. Carter glared but stayed silent, while Mrs. Carter yelled, “You’re acting shamelessly, still insisting on your innocence. Even if Eric comes back, he won’t forgive you! Why another test when the answer is clear? If Noah were Eric’s son, he’d have to be related to Mr. Carter. Do you think the hospital is helping you lie to us?”

Just then, Noah appeared from his room. “Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, why are you fighting? Is dinner ready?”

Seeing him, Mr. Carter snapped, “Who are you calling Grandpa and Grandma? We don’t even know whose kid you are. Get out!”

Noah, confused by the sudden hostility, ran to me in tears. His crying only irritated Mr. Carter more. He yanked Noah away from me and gripped his shoulders. “What are you crying for? You’re not welcome here. Go find your real dad—get out of our house!”

Mrs. Carter stood frozen, saying nothing. Seeing Noah’s face turn red, I pried Mr. Carter’s hand off him and held him close. Tears streamed down my face. “Let’s wait for Eric. He’ll know if Noah is his son.”

Finally, Mr. Carter released Noah, shot me a disdainful look, and stomped back to his room.

I took Noah to our bedroom and quickly texted Eric about everything that happened. His reply was just four cold words: I’m on my way.

That brief message filled me with dread. Eric arrived around midnight. Hearing the front door open, I covered Noah and went to meet him. All my pent-up frustration spilled out. “Do you know what your dad did to Noah today? He nearly choked him! Are you even going to say something?”

“Can you give it a rest? I just got home. Let me breathe, will you?”

One look at his detached expression made my heart sink. The DNA report lay on the table, but he didn’t seem interested in it at all. He was ready to accept it without question.

By now, both Mr. and Mrs. Carter had joined us. Mrs. Carter spoke first, “Eric, thank God you’re back. If you’d been any later, our family would’ve fallen apart! Ask her whose child she brought into this house.”

Mr. Carter stood there, furious but silent. Finally, Eric broke the silence, “Where’s the child?”