The DNA Test That Backfired Chapter 11
No one in the room spoke.
Zane’s father sank back into his chair, looking as if he couldn’t process what he’d heard.
Zane’s mother was openly weeping. The way she looked at me had completely changed.
Camille’s face was pale, but she still tried to argue.
“Even… even if all of this is true,” she stammered, “so what if the child donated part of his liver?”
“Doesn’t that still prove they were—”
“Miss Camille,” I cut her off.
“At the time, Zane was lying in a hospital bed. I could have chosen not to save him at all.”
“Do you really think I would risk an infant’s health to gamble on a future that was far from guaranteed?”
I looked at her.
“Do you even believe that yourself?”
For once, she had nothing to say.
…
That family dinner ended with Camille storming out.
She tried to pull Zane with her, but he looked as if he could barely stand, unable to move.
Zane’s father finally spoke, his voice deep and exhausted.
“Camille, you went too far today.”
“This is a family matter. It ends here. Go home.”
Camille’s face went white.
She gave Zane one last look.
The tenderness she had worn when she first arrived was gone, replaced by pure resentment.
“Zane Marino,” she said through gritted teeth, “I was wrong about you.”
Then she turned and left, slamming the door behind her.