IVAN'S POV
"You've got to be kidding me?" Serena yelled, widening her eyes to the size of saucers.
It was apparent that the results of the DNA test had shocked her all the way down to her marrows.
Already, she had been having a hard time dealing with the possibility of Asha being mine. And now, that it was no longer a speculation, she had to be losing her marbles.
As much as I wanted to diffuse some of her fears, I couldn't overlook the fact that I had an heir.
"There's no way that DNA result is true," she spat fiercely. "It was definitely forged! Maeve must have found a way to alter it."
"And how could she have managed that?" I inquired, raising my eyebrows curiously. "The test was carried out in secret. There's no way anyone could have found a way to mess with it."
"I refuse to believe that," she was trembling in rage, barely refraining herself from lashing out at me.
