42| DNA Test.

ANTONIO.

“You’ve gotten your answer, and now you’re suddenly quiet.” She pressed on. “Why don’t you go ahead and call me a whore?!”

“I’m sorry—I—“ I swiped my hand across my face, too perplexed to form a coherent sentence.

Abruptly, I turned around and dashed out of the room. I needed to leave there in order to think well. My thoughts were clouded, and only one thing kept echoing in my mind—getting a DNA paternity test done. That was the only way to confirm my suspicions, and to do that, I needed to find a way to get something with Carlo’s DNA.

After racking my brain, an idea came to mind, and it was to get Carlo’s toothbrush. I have heard a couple of times that toothbrushes contain a considerable amount of DNA.

Changing my direction, I made my way to Carlo’s bedroom.

Fortunately, he wasn’t in there, and none of the maids were there either. I successfully got hold of his toothbrush, but as I pulled the door open to exit the room, Carlo and one of the maids came into view.

“There he is