“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Evelyn.”
“Oh, don’t play dumb. You cheated on my son. That girl—” she pointed at Willa, who was playing with a napkin at the table, “—is not my granddaughter. And I have the DNA test to prove it.”
The room went silent.
Willa looked up, sensing something was wrong.
James? He had gone to the bathroom a few minutes before Evelyn’s declaration. He hadn’t heard a word yet.
Jessica didn’t panic.
She didn’t need to.
The Truth Comes Out—From the Most Unexpected Place
Before Jessica could respond, her own mother put down her fork, picked up a strawberry, popped it into her mouth, and smiled.
“Evelyn, you poor, poor thing,” she said. “Of course Willa isn’t James’s biological daughter.”
The room gasped.
