Chapter_95
Chapter 95
Two minutes later, seeing that Timothy had already “fallen asleep,” Alana quietly slipped out of the room and headed back to her own.
But Timothy wasn’t asleep. As soon as he thought his grandmother was gone, he quickly opened his palm to look at the strand of hair he had carefully plucked. He then dashed downstairs.
“Granny!” Timothy called, his small feet pattering as he ran toward the living room where Rosaline sat on the sofa. She had been waiting for him.
Seeing the glint in his eyes, Rosaline’s heart skipped a beat. Has he gotten it?
She stood up and scooped him into her arms, her face lighting up with a smile. “My dear grandson, do you have what I asked for?”
Timothy opened his palm with a proud grin, revealing the strand of hair. “This is it!”
Rosaline let out a joyful laugh. “Wonderful! Now I can finally confirm it!”
Timothy’s curiosity piqued. “What is it, Granny?”
Rosaline’s face grew serious. “It’s a secret between you and me, Timothy. You mustn’t tell anyone else.”
She then plucked another strand of hair from Timothy’s head. He winced at the slight pain but didn’t complain—after all, his grandmother had said it was a secret.
The next morning, Rosaline carefully placed the two strands of hair into an envelope and made her way to Ryker’s Hospital. She was heading straight for Cristopher Reid, the head of the hospital’s biology department.
“Is there something I can help you with, Ma’am?” Cristopher greeted her with a curious smile.
“I want to know if Alana Lane is really the mother of my grandson,” Rosaline said without hesitation. “I need you to conduct a maternity DNA test.”
Cristopher raised an eyebrow in surprise but quickly masked it with a smile. “That can be arranged. I’ll notify you as soon as the report is ready.”
Rosaline nodded, her tone firm. “And don’t speak a word about this to anyone else.”
Cristopher bowed respectfully. “Of course, Ma’am.”
Once Rosaline left, Cristopher sent a message to Alana.
“I saved you again, Alana. How are you going to thank me this time?”
Alana was in the middle of a beauty treatment when she received the message. She froze upon reading it, panic creeping into her chest. Quickly, she typed a reply: “What do you mean?”
Cristopher’s reply was swift: “Let’s talk when I see you. Meet me at Blue Skies Café.”
A sense of unease settled over Alana. She quickly urged the beautician to finish her treatment and hurriedly drove to the café in her sports car.
Blue Skies Café was situated just across from Ryker’s Hospital. When Alana arrived, Cristopher was already waiting in a private room.
“Rosaline Turner brought me two strands of hair today,” Cristopher said, his grin dripping with satisfaction. “I think you can guess what she wants to find out.”
Alana’s heart skipped a beat. She suddenly remembered Timothy’s actions the night before. Had she already suspected me?
“What… does she want?” Alana asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Cristopher leaned in, lowering his voice with a sly smirk. “She wants to know if you’re the biological mother of Timothy Ryker.”
Alana’s face drained of color. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Rosaline suspects me?
Cristopher noticed her reaction and chuckled darkly. “Don’t worry, darling,” he said, his hand trailing up her arm. “You know what I can do for you.”
Alana leaned closer, her voice trembling slightly. “You have to help me, Cris. You can’t let Rosaline find out the truth!”
“Of course, why else would I have called you over?” Cristopher’s voice was low and reassuring, but his gaze was predatory. “But there’s something I want from you in return.”
Alana’s expression darkened, but she didn’t pull away. “What do you want?”
Cristopher smirked and slid his hand down her side. “You should come to my house more often. My wife’s on a business trip again…”
Alana didn’t hesitate. “Okay,” she said, a calculated smile playing on her lips. “As long as you write in the report that I’m Timothy Ryker’s biological mother without a doubt.”
“You don’t have to worry about that, Alana.” Cristopher’s grin widened, his hands now roaming brazenly. “All you have to do is satisfy me.”
“Oh, Cris…” Alana gasped, her hands moving to him as she allowed herself to fall into his embrace. “I’ll definitely come to you after the report is done…”
“Good girl,” Cristopher purred, his lips pressing lightly against her cheek before he stood and left the room.
The door clicked shut, and Alana’s smile faded as quickly as it had appeared. Her expression darkened as she pondered her next move. She quickly picked up her phone and dialed Adam’s number.
After several rings, Adam finally picked up, his voice full of lazy indifference. “What do you want now? I told you, I’m not interested.”
“Adam!” Alana said in a coy voice, her tone dripping with feigned sweetness. “You say you’re not interested, but that night you looked like you were having a lot of fun!”
“Heh,” Adam laughed, clearly amused. “You should know that I only wanted to get rid of that wretched child of yours. What’s so great about him?”
Alana’s face twisted in frustration. Is this really how I’ve been treated? But she knew she had to keep playing her cards right—whatever it took
