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“Legally, what are our options?” Ivy asked.
“I hate to tell you this, but not much. The court has established paternity by a conclusive DNA test. The paternal parent has the means to care for the child financially.”
Ivy shook her head. “Even if a new test proves his brother is the father? And he signs an affidavit that he is the father?”
“Unfortunately, yes. The only way I can imagine they would change paternity at this point is if criminal fraud charges were brought and he was found guilty. Or pleaded guilty to fraud. Is that something you would like to pursue? This guy tried to screw you.”
“Would he go to jail?” His bleeding-heart wife inquired.
“Probably not, but he’d have a record. But any hope of it staying under wraps would go out the window.”
“So, unless I want this whole thing all over the media. I have no recourse? I would remain this child’s father?”
Anna didn’t answer right away. Turning to her computer, she tapped away.
“Actually, your one out would be for the child’s father to adopt him. Then we seal the original paternity results.”
Leonardo was a fucking idiot!Look at the mess he had gotten them into? If he wanted to be legally recognised as the father of his own son, he would have to adopt him. Looks like the apple didn’t fall too far from the tree.
They spoke about some remaining details concerning their case. It left them with a lot to think about. Emmanuel already had a good guess of how Doc would like to proceed.
Earlier, Emmanuel’s Mom requested that he inquire if Anna would represent her in his parent’s divorce. If the Chesire Cat smile was anything to go by, Anna would enjoy tearing Larson to pieces. The thought brought a great deal of joy to Emmanuel.
Once they left the meeting, Emmanuel returned Frank’s call.
“You and your sibling are a pain in my ass. Cutting my damn mini-break short. His Lordship is ready to fly out tonight. We will be back early in the morning. Heads up, he is already in a pissy mood. Good luck with your revelation and shit.”
The choices Emmanuel made regarding friends needed to be reconsidered. Darsh kindly returned the favour and called him at three in the morning.
“You’re doing this shit on purpose,” Emmanuel harshly whispered as he answered. Ivy stirred beside him, and he got out of bed and headed to the washroom.
“I sure the fuck am.”
Smug bastard.
“I have news. If you’d like, I can call you back later.” Darsh sounded so pleased with himself.
“No, never mind. I am up now.”
“We tracked the nurse who was present at your birth. She left a message that she would be willing to talk.”
The news woke him up completely. “Really?”
“Yeah. She was reluctant at first but finally came around.”
“While it’s good news. It doesn’t warrant a three a.m. call.”
“Does the news we have located your maternal grandmother warrant an early at the crack of dawn call?”
Emmanuel leaned against the bathroom counter. “Concetta? You found her mother?”
“Yes, she lives in a retirement village on the outskirts of the city.”
All this time, a connection to the woman who had birthed him was an hour away.
“Has anyone approached her?”
“No, I thought we would leave it to you.”
