My hubby grabbed our baby for the first time, then yelled, “This is not my child, I need a DNA test!”

For a brief moment, silence filled the room—so complete it felt unreal.

Then Ethan’s face twisted.

Not with relief.

Not with regret.

With fury.

“That’s a lie,” he snapped. “It’s wrong. Do it again.”

Dr. Patel remained calm. “The test is conclusive.”

Ethan’s gaze snapped toward Nina. “You tampered with it.”

Nina’s jaw tightened. “No.”

Ethan suddenly stepped toward the bassinet as if he intended to grab something—grab her—take control.

Dr. Patel raised her hand. “Mr. Miller, stop where you are.”

He ignored her.

He reached past me, his fingers stretching toward Addison.

I instinctively turned my body to shield her. “Don’t touch her,” I said, my voice trembling now.

His face flushed red. “You think you win because of a piece of paper?” he shouted. “You’re smiling again—see? Guilty people smile!”