Chapter 9 - The Confession
The ambulance driver slammed on the brakes, throwing Dad and the paramedic forward.
The police officer threw open the rear doors, breathing heavily as he looked at my father.
"David, you need to hear what your mother just told us," the officer said, his voice shaking.
Dad gripped my hand tighter, his eyes flashing with protective anger.
"I don't care what lies she is telling now, we are going to the hospital," Dad demanded.
"She said the medication wasn't just to keep Lily quiet," the officer explained quickly.
"She claimed she gave Lily that specific dose to trigger a reaction the doctors will find in her bloodwork."
Dr. Mercer, who was sitting in the corner of the ambulance, frowned in deep confusion.
"What kind of reaction?" the doctor asked, pulling out a blood pressure cuff.
"She said it will prove David is not Lily's biological father," the officer revealed.
The entire ambulance went completely silent except for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor.
Dad stared at the officer, his face draining of all color.
"That is impossible, she is just trying to hurt me one last time," Dad whispered, though his voice wavered.
Dr. Mercer instructed the driver to get us to the emergency room immediately.
During the ride, the antidote slowly started to clear the heavy fog from my mind.
"You are my dad, right?" I asked him softly, tears rolling down my cheeks.
"I am your father, Lily, and absolutely nothing will ever change that," he promised, kissing my forehead.
When we arrived at the hospital, a team of nurses rushed me into the pediatric intensive care unit.
They drew several vials of blood to ensure the poison was fully flushed from my system.
Dad refused to leave my side, sitting in the uncomfortable plastic chair for two entire days.
On the third morning, Dr. Mercer walked into the hospital room holding a thick manila folder.
He looked at my father with a very serious, unreadable expression.
"The toxicology report came back, and we also ran a full genetic panel as the police requested," the doctor stated.
Dad stood up, bracing himself for whatever truth Grandma had tried to use against us.
Dr. Mercer opened the folder and pulled out a single sheet of printed paper.
"David, your mother was entirely wrong about the paternity," the doctor smiled warmly.
"You are a one hundred percent biological match to Lily."
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Dad collapsed back into the chair, sobbing loudly in pure relief.
But as Dr. Mercer flipped to the second page of the genetic report, his warm smile completely vanished.
