Chapter 598
Chapter 598:
“With whose child?” Skye asked, a cold pit opening in her stomach.
Parker pointed at Alistair. “His p>
The accusation hung in the air like toxic gas.
Alistair didn’t flinch. He didn’t look shocked. He looked at Parker with profound disgust.
“Victoria is lying,” Alistair said. “I haven’t touched her in five years p>
“She has a paternity test,” Parker said, waving a paper. “From three weeks ago. From the prison infirmary. She claims you visited her. A conjugal visit. To negotiate her silence p>
“I never visited her,” Alistair said.
“The logs say you did.” Parker smirked. “I made sure the digital footprint is irrefutable. And if she is carrying a Thorne heir, under the Port Valor Succession Laws—laws your grandfather wrote—she cannot be evicted, prosecuted, or harmed. And her child is entitled to a seat on this board p>
It was a brilliant, desperate play. A biological shield.
Skye picked up the paternity test. She scanned it.
“Dr. Smith,” she read the signature. “Generic name. No medical license number listed p>
“It’s a valid document!” Parker yelled.
“Is it?” Skye asked. “Because the date on this test corresponds to the day Alistair was at a televised charity gala in New York. There are five hundred witnesses p>
“He sent a sample!” Parker improvised wildly.
“You can’t prove it’s fake!” Parker yelled.
“I can,” Alistair said. He stood up and loomed over Parker. “Because I had a vasectomy three years ago p>
This time, the silence was absolute. Even Skye looked at him in surprise.
“I knew my enemies would try to use a child as leverage one day,” Alistair said, his voice cold and devoid of embarrassment. “It was a tactical decision to ensure no one could ever trap me with a fake heir. My medical records are sealed, but I can have them unsealed in five minutes. Victoria is either lying, or she’s pregnant with a guard’s child p>
𝘙e𝘢𝖽 𝗐𝘪𝗍hо𝗎𝘵 𝘤𝘂t𝘴 𝘰n 𝘣е𝗅ո𝗈𝗏els.𝗰о𝗆
Parker’s face turned purple. The lie collapsed under the weight of biological fact.
“You… you…” Parker stammered.
“Get out,” Alistair said.
“No!” Parker screamed. “I built the firewall! I hacked the systems! This is mine p>
He pulled a gun—a small, silver pistol.
He aimed at Skye.
“If I can’t have it,” Parker shrieked, “nobody can p>
Alistair moved. He didn’t lunge for the gun. He grabbed a heavy crystal decanter from the center of the table.
Parker fired.
The bullet shattered the window behind Skye. Shards flew. She flinched, covering her face.
Before Parker could fire again, Alistair hurled the crystal decanter with terrifying velocity.