There was no denying it.
99.999%.
There was no way Sylvia could refute the result now.
He had imagined this moment countless times of what it would feel like to finally know the truth. But now that it was here, he didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or scream.
His twins. His children.
Rome leaned back in the chair, exhaling shakily as he pressed a hand over his mouth.
"All this time…" he muttered, his voice cracking. "All this time, she kept this from me…"
Dr. Felize gave him a sympathetic look before quietly excusing herself, leaving him alone in the room.
Silence settled around him.
"H-hahaha… ha…"
Rome let out a soft, bitter laugh, one that quickly turned into a deep sigh.
"Sylvia… what have you done to me?" he whispered.
He stared at the paper again, his hands trembling. He didn't know whether to be happy because at last, he had a right to his children—or to grieve for the years that had been stolen from him.
Years he could never get back.
