Forced Fatherhood: Bathroom Delivery Gone Wrong

"Listen, I'm the campus doctor. I need you to tell me who the father of your baby is."

"It's Leo..."

The moment the recording ended, Lynn screamed. "That's fake! The recording is fake!"

She jabbed a finger at me. "He forged it! Or he forced her to say that while she was in agony! Think about it! She was dying and in extreme pain. You really think she knew what she was saying? He planned this! He had it all set up to clear his name! He's despicable!"

Her words set the room on fire.

"She's right! When you're giving birth, you're not thinking straight!"

"This doctor is so manipulative! Why was he recording her? That's suspicious right there!"

"He definitely planned this whole thing. Set it up just for this moment! Scumbag!"

"Lynn's right! We can't trust anything he says!"

The crowd, briefly subdued by the recording, surged back to life under Lynn's influence. They glared at me with renewed disgust.

The officer looked at me. "Dr. Kirk, we'll need to verify this recording. Until then—"

"Wait." I drew a deep breath and spoke coldly.

I thought producing the recording would be enough to establish the truth. I didn't expect Lynn to twist things this far.

But why was she so determined to destroy me? Was it just so that Serena's baby would have a father?

Questions swirled in my mind, but now wasn't the time to dwell on them. "If the recording isn't enough to prove my innocence, then let's do a paternity test."

"A paternity test?" Lynn's voice faltered for a split second before she sneered. "Even now, you won't give up? Fine! Do it! Let everyone see what kind of scum you really are!"

I looked up at her, unsurprised. In my past life, she'd also demanded a paternity test. The results had shown that the child was somehow mine.

But this time, I hadn't laid a finger on Serena during the entire delivery. There was no way Lynn could frame me again.

"No. Don't…"

From the hospital bed, Serena's voice emerged weak and trembling, until Lynn's hand landed on her shoulder.

The forensic technician collected a sample from the baby. When it was my turn, I held up my swollen, misshapen left arm.

"This arm is broken. Draw blood from the right one."

Suddenly, Lynn shrieked. "You're just trying to avoid the test!"

"Avoid it?" I asked. Then I turned my cold gaze on Mr. Lockwood. "Mr. Lockwood, you were the one who shoved me into that stall. Should we also verify whether the injury to my wrist matches the force you used?"

Mr. Lockwood's face went white, sweat beading on his forehead. "Dr. Kirk! That was to save a life! It was an emergency!"

"Urgent enough to force someone with a broken arm to deliver a baby. Urgent enough to throw around false accusations."

I turned back to the officer. "I'll cooperate with the test, and I reserve the right to press charges against Lynn for defamation."

The statement sent a ripple of shock through the room. Lynn shot me a vicious glare but finally shut her mouth.

With expedited processing, the officer returned in less than an hour, holding the sealed paternity report. Every eye locked onto that thin sheet of paper.

I looked up at Lynn, whose expression had gone dark and unreadable. I'd like to see how she planned on spinning this one.

The officer opened the seal in front of everyone. "The test results confirm…"