"It's real," Greg said gently, leaning closer. "My father requested the police's presence while the test was being conducted to make sure that no one would tamper with it again. Cammy…" He paused, swallowing hard. "Monica isn't your mother."
The paper slipped from her trembling hands.
Her mouth fell open as she gasped, her entire body tensing. "W-What?"
"Here, take a look. This is the death certificate of Monica and my Father's real child. The baby only lived for a few hours. This is the baby that my father was claiming.
Peter wasn't aware that he wasn't there when your mom gave birth. And when he finally arrived at the hospital. Your mother told him that their baby is already at home with the nanny because there was a complication with her after giving birth.
We have no idea where Monica got that baby. But that baby was you, and apparently, you really are Peter's daughter. Monica registered your birth with her and Peter as your parents.
