Leonardo’s office was silent, except for the sound of the clock ticking behind his desk. He was standing at the window, staring out into the massive Gold estate, the sun was just beginning to rise. He had woken up early.
A knock on the door broke his focus.
“Enter,” he said, voice steady but laced with tension.
Dr. Matteo Ricci walked in, a brown envelope clutched tightly in his hand. His expression was unreadable. He had called Leonardo the night before to tell him the DNA results were ready.
“You have the results with you?” Leonardo asked, walking over with slow, steady steps.
“Yes, I do. I ran the DNA analysis twice. The child... she is not biologically yours.”
Leonardo didn’t move. He wasn't surprised at all but yet the words echoed in his head like a dull roar. Not mine.
“But,”
