Rebirth Of The Heiress And The Tycoon's Lover (Alina) novel Chapter 212

apter 212

AUTHOR’S POV.

Damien leaned back against the leather seat, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. “Relax. I have it. The sample is already in my possession.”

A sharp inhale came from the other end, the tone shifting into relief and excitement. “Finally. You don’t understand how important this is. Take it to the hospital immediately, don’t waste a second.”

Damien chuckled, low and amused. “It’s already late. The labs will be closing soon. If I walk in now, all I’ll get are suspicious stares and half–hearted attention. Tomorrow morning, first thing, it’ll be fresh, and no one will question a thing.”

The other person hesitated, then sighed, clearly torn between eagerness and logic. “Fine. But you call me tomorrow as soon as it’s done. No delays.”

“Of course,” Damien said smoothly, his voice carrying quiet assurance. “You’ll have your answers soon enough.”

He ended the call, pocketed his phone, and for a long moment, sat there in the dim glow of the dashboard, his expression unreadable.

The next morning, Damien walked into a private hospital, his stride confident, his composure immaculate. In his hand was a sealed container, inconspicuous but holding the weight of his quiet obsession.

Inside the sterile white office, the doctor adjusted his glasses as Damien handed him the sample. “This is what I need analyzed,” Damien said, his tone calm but edged with authority.

The doctor nodded, taking it without question. “Give me a few minutes.”

Damien waited, seated in the quiet office, his long fingers tapping once against his knee b ore stilling. Minutes stretched, the air thick with anticipation.

When the doctor returned, his expression was apologetic, brows slightly furrowed. “Mr. Evergreen, I’m afraid this sample cannot be used.”

Damien’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. “What do you mean it can’t be used?” His voice was calm, but the sharpness underneath made the doctor shift uneasily.

“The sample is contaminated,” the doctor explained carefully. “For the type of test you’re requesting, accuracy is everything. This particular one however……there are traces of more than one DNA present. It’s compromised. You’d be better off bringing me something cleaner, like a strand of hair, or a toothbrush. Something the person used alone.”

For a moment, silence. Then Damien exhaled, his lips curving into something between a smile and a grimace. “I see.” He rose smoothly to his feet, his gaze steady. “Thank you, doctor. I’ll get you another sample soon.”

The doctor nodded quickly, relieved at his calm reaction.

Chapter 212

Back in his car, Damien sat still, his knuckles flexing once against the steering wheel before he pulled out his phone again. The number dialed itself from memory,

This time, the voice on the other end answered eagerly, almost breathless. “Well? Tell me it worked. Tell me we finally have results.”

Damien’s tone was clipped, his patience worn thin. “It was a flop.”

The pause on the other end was heavy, then filled with disappointment. “What? How? How could it be a flop?”

“The sample was contaminated,” Damien said flatly, his gaze fixed on the road ahead though his mind was elsewhere. “More than one DNA present. Useless.

A curse hissed down the line, followed by a frustrated exhale. “Damn it. So what’s the next line of action? What now?”

Damien’s lips pressed into a thin line before he answered. “I can’t approach her again. Not yet. She’s starting to suspect I have a motive.”

The voice grew sharper, urgent. “Did she say anything? Did she confront you?”

“She hasn’t said it out loud, but I can feel it in the way she looks at me, the pause before her smile, the questions hidden behind her eyes. If I push too soon, she’ll close the door entirely.”

“So she didn’t directly say it then?” The voice asked in relief.

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