I kept staring at the message on my phone until the letters blurred.
Now you know why your baby matters.
My father reached across the table and lowered the screen.
“Don't answer him.”
Mercer sat opposite us, his hands folded tightly together. He looked as though he had spent years carrying something too heavy and had finally run out of strength.
“You said Michael forged the result,” I said.
“Yes.”
“Then why did you give me this one?”
“Because I want the truth exposed before he can destroy it again.”
The attorney leaned forward.
“Start at the beginning.”
Mercer nodded.
“Your grandmother ordered the blood test because she suspected your mother had been unfaithful. Michael learned about it and intercepted the report.”
My mother had been brought to the station after the doctors cleared her, and she was sitting beside my father now. Her face was pale.
“Why would Michael care about my paternity?” she asked.
“Because he already knew something your mother didn't.”
Mercer looked at me.
“He knew Elena's inheritance would eventually depend on blood descent.”
Rebecca's eyes narrowed.
“And Valerie?”
“She was born into the line that Michael wanted to control.”
My father shook his head.
“You're still talking about the trust.”
“No.”
Mercer reached into his coat.
He placed another document on the table.
“This is what Michael was trying to hide.”
The page was an old genealogical record.
Several names had been connected by handwritten lines.
At the center was my grandmother.
Beside her was Elena.
Below Elena was Rebecca.
And below Rebecca was a blank space.
Mercer pointed to it.
“That space was reserved for Rebecca's first biological child.”
Rebecca stared at the page.
“But I never had a child.”
“Exactly.”
My stomach tightened.
Mercer looked at me.
“When Michael discovered Rebecca had no children, he looked for the next person in Elena's direct family line.”
“Me.”
“Yes.”
The attorney frowned.
“That still doesn't explain why the pregnancy matters.”
Mercer nodded.
“Because your grandmother's trust contained a clause that had been hidden from almost everyone.”
He explained that if Rebecca died without descendants, the trust would pass to the next direct descendant of Elena.
That would be my child.
But there was another condition.
The beneficiary had to be independently established by verified biological records.
My father stared at the document.
“So Michael forged Valerie's paternity result to create uncertainty.”
“Exactly.”
“But why?”
Mercer looked at me.
“Because if your child's connection to Elena could be challenged, Michael could control the dispute.”
Rebecca whispered, “He could keep the trust frozen.”
“And use the uncertainty to pressure Valerie into accepting his terms,” Mercer said.
My father leaned back.
“That's what the guardianship petition was for.”
Mercer nodded.
“Patricia believed she was protecting the family. Michael knew she was actually creating leverage.”
My mother closed her eyes.
“I helped create this.”
I took her hand.
“You didn't know.”
“I knew enough.”
Nobody corrected her.
Mercer continued.
“The original medical record proves who Valerie's biological father is.”
My father looked at him.
“Who?”
Mercer hesitated.
“I don't know.”
“You said Michael forged it.”
“He did.”
“Then where is the original?”
Mercer looked toward the floor.
“Michael took it.”
“Why would he need to hide it now?”
“Because the real result identifies the man he fears.”
The room went silent.
I looked at Mercer.
“Who?”
“I don't know.”
“You must.”
“I only saw the file once.”
“Then tell us what you remember.”
Mercer rubbed his forehead.
“The father's name was handwritten on the original report.”
My mother stared at him.
“By whom?”
“Dr. Rivas.”
Rebecca turned toward the doctor, who had been waiting outside with the investigators.
He was brought into the room.
Mercer looked at him.
“You remember.”
Rivas sat down slowly.
“I remember the report.”
My father asked, “Who was listed?”
Rivas didn't answer immediately.
Then he said, “Your father.”
My father looked confused.
“My father?”
“Yes.”
He explained that the test confirmed my father was biologically related to me.
I felt my chest loosen.
Mercer had lied by omission.
Michael's forged report had been designed to make my mother and father question their own family.
But the original result had never contradicted my father's paternity.
Mercer lowered his head.
“I was afraid to say that.”
My father stared at him.
“Why?”
“Because Michael told me he would destroy anyone who released the original.”
Rebecca looked at me.
“He wanted you doubting your own father.”
“Yes.”
I thought of the message.
The baby is not the reason they chose Valerie.
Valerie is the reason.
It finally made sense.
Michael needed me uncertain.
He needed my family divided.
He needed my father questioning me and my mother questioning herself.
A confused family was easier to control.
The attorney gathered the documents.
“Where is Michael now?”
Mercer shook his head.
“I don't know.”
“Then why surrender?”
“Because he threatened my daughter.”
Everyone went still.
“He told me that if I cooperated with you, she would disappear.”
My father leaned forward.
“Where is your daughter?”
“Safe.”
“Where?”
“I won't say.”
The officer assured him they could arrange protection.
Mercer nodded.
Then his expression changed.
“There is one more thing.”
“What?”
“Michael has access to the hospital records.”
My stomach dropped.
“How?”
“He has someone who works in medical administration.”
My father stood.
“Who?”
Mercer looked at Rivas.
“Dr. Samuel knows.”
Rivas lowered his head.
“There was a clerk.”
“Name.”
Rivas gave it.
The police immediately left to verify the information.
My mother looked at me.
“Valerie, we need to leave.”
Before we could move, the station lights went out.
The room went black.
Someone shouted in the hallway.
Doors slammed.
The emergency lights flickered on.
My father grabbed my arm.
“Stay behind me.”
A loud crash came from the records area.
The officer ran toward it.
Rebecca followed.
I heard glass breaking.
Then footsteps.
Mercer suddenly shouted.
“He's here.”
My father pushed me toward the wall.
“Who?”
“Michael.”
A shadow crossed the doorway.
Then disappeared.
The police rushed through the corridor.
Someone had entered the evidence room.
The box containing my grandmother's documents was gone.
So was the envelope containing the paternity report.
My father looked at me.
Michael had not come for us.
He had come for the evidence.
And he had taken the one document that could finally prove his entire story was built on a lie.
Click here to continue reading: PART 14: Michael Stole the Evidence but Left Behind One Detail, and That Small Mistake Finally Gave Us a Place to Find Him
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