DNA Test Results Leave Father–in–Law Out in the Cold
My son is three years old, but he doesn’t look anything like my husband. My father–in–law, Mr. Leonard Carter, grew increasingly suspicious,
so he secretly took my son, Noah, for a DNA test. The results? No blood relationship between them.
Furious and humiliated, Mr. Carter screamed at me, even threatening to choke me and my son. Then, my husband Eric hit me, yelling, “You shameless woman! You let me raise another man’s child for three years!”
But then I pulled out another DNA report–the one showing that Eric and Leonard Carter were not biologically related either. They were both stunned as I gave a small laugh, “Looks like it’s not so clear who’s really not related in this family…”
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When I got Mr. Carter’s call, I was working late at Hamilton & Co. Enterprises, drowning in deadlines. His voice came through, nearly a shout, “Jocelyn Carter, you shameless woman! Get home right now! Or don’t blame me when your dirty deeds go public!”
Before I could respond, he hung up, leaving me baffled. I finished my work, grabbed my bag, and hurried home.
The moment I opened the door, there he was, seated rigidly on the couch. Two sheets of paper of him. I slipped off my shoes and asked, “Dad, what’s so urgent?”
with tightly packed text lay on the table in front
He sneered and stared at me bitterly. “You really don’t know what you’ve done? Do I need to spell it out?”
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I looked down to see the words printed in bold on the report: No biological relationship. The names on the report were Leonard Carter and
Noah Carter.
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I was stunned, only now realizing Mr. Carter had taken Noah to get a paternity test done. Anger surged, and I retorted, “Dad, ever since Noah was born, you’ve been saying he doesn’t look like Eric. I didn’t think much of it since Eric never complained. But going behind our backs and taking him to do a DNA test–he’s only three!”
Mr. Carter ignored me, shouting, “And what’s wrong with that? If I hadn’t done it, who knows how much longer you’d have kept us all in the dark? Tell me who’s his father? You’ve had us raising someone else’s kid for three years! My son’s too trusting; if I weren’t sharp, you’d have
fooled us forever.”
Trying to stay calm, I explained, “Dad, Noah is Eric’s son, and he’s your grandson. I haven’t done anything to betray him. There must be something wrong with that report!”
Seeing my denial, Mr. Carter became enraged. He flung his cup onto the floor, pointing at me with a shaking finger. “You’re still lying! I personally took him to St. Vincent’s Medical Center and watched them draw his blood. What, you think I faked it? We can go again if you don’t
believe me!”
I said nothing, trying to wrap my mind around how Noah could lack any biological link to Mr. Carter. Just then, Mrs. Helen Carter entered, carrying groceries. Noticing the tense atmosphere, she asked, “What’s going on here? I just stepped out to shop, and now it’s chaos in here. What are you two arguing about?”
Mr. Carter shot back, “You handpicked her for Eric. Look what she’s done–letting us raise someone else’s kid for three years! Where were your eyes back then?”
