Michael stepped out of the mansion, his butler trailing closely behind. As they descended the porch steps, Michael's gaze locked onto the butler's hands.
"Did you get it?" Michael asked, his voice low and urgent.
Jenkins, the butler produced two small bags from his pocket, containing strands of hair. "I collected the young masters' samples, sir."
Michael's eyes narrowed. "And?"
Jenkins hesitated, his voice laced with concern. "Sir, isn't this...irregular? Obtaining DNA samples without Mrs. Samantha's consent?"
Michael's brows furrowed, his eyes darting toward Jenkins. "After Xander's disappearance, I'm not sure what to believe anymore." His voice trailed off, lost in thought.
Jenkins's expression reflected his unease. "What if they're not yours, sir? And Mrs. Samantha accepts your ma
