Grace’s pov
“She gave him a strand of her hair for the DNA,” my father said.
“And it matched with my DNA?” I asked him and he nodded.
“Something doesn’t make sense, who is she father?” I asked him.
“I have no idea, but somehow I know we will find out,” he said.
I then took out the few strands of hair, “will this help?” I asked him.
“Yes, It will do wonders,” he answered.
We got a call from the guards, “they are saying Mr Callas is here,” Dad said, and I looked at him confused.
What does he want?
Maxim came in a minute later.
“I am sorry for coming to you this late.
I don’t know how but it skipped my mind when I met you at the library,” he said.
“Son what is it? what could be so important it couldn’t wait?” my father asked him.
“Well, I know that Allen already ran a DN
