Chapter 93

Scarlett’s POV: The lighting in the car was dim. His eyes were hard to see, but when the light passed over, I caught a faint shimmer of tears in them. My face remained calm, completely unreadable. My words, colder than my expression, cut through the silence. “Mr. Robinson, thinking you still matter is a sickness. You should get help.” His laugh was bitter and dry, laced with sorrow. “Then let’s do the DNA test at the hospital. Right now.” I frowned. “Can you stop being unreasonable?” But he didn’t budge. “If you expect me to believe this kid isn’t mine, you’d better prove it.” Fed up, I stopped responding altogether. Ten minutes later, the black Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of the hospital. The passenger door swung open, and Eleanor hurried over to help me out of the car. Without a word, I got out and linked arms with her, heading straight inside. Behind me, Everett followed at a steady pace. His legs were long; he wasn’t rushing, but he didn’t fall behind either. I knew it wouldn’t