Chapter 89

Adrian's POV

Immediately after crossing the border, I felt an overwhelming urge to return and bring that woman back to my pack. It would have been wiser to remain until receiving the report. However, her brother controlled the pack. If my suspicions were correct, no one could stop me from retrieving her and the children.

"Did I just think about her again? Was I only assuming about the children? What would I do if she returned?" I thought, shaking my head.

Her tearful face haunted my closed eyelids, reviving memories of our time together as husband and wife.

I used to hate her. Every encounter involved taunting her about her alleged conspiracy. Her eyes would fill with tears then, just as they did today. Though I always believed she was acting, today felt different. She didn't seem fake.

Why couldn't I believe her claim of spending a night with another man?

There was no evidence suggesting the twins weren't mine. So why couldn't I ignore my gut feeling and dismiss the matter?

A message from Patric arrived. He inquired about my return. I replied that I was en route.

About to lock my phone, my gaze fell on the gallery. A cute drawing of a couple and their babies caught my eye.

I remembered Aria taking the picture after finishing her drawing. She'd struggled to draw the man's face but had finally succeeded.

I sensed it depicted her family—her parents, her brother, and her. It pained me that she'd grown up without a father figure.

"I swear, I'll bring you and your brother to my pack the moment the report comes back positive. With your father, you won't need to act like a disgraceful child," I muttered, locking my phone.

The four-hour drive from the border to my apartment didn't tire me; an inner excitement propelled me.

I dismissed my driver with unusual care. He looked stunned.

Entering my apartment, it was early morning. Patric was already there.

"I've been waiting," he said, rising from the couch.

I nodded and headed to my bedroom.

"Where are you going?"

"To shower."

"I'm losing my mind, and you're going to shower? Adrian, are you serious?"

Desperation laced his voice. He was referring to the DNA test.

I turned. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Let me clear my head."

He didn't stop me. The shower helped, but I didn't want to sleep at home, so I decided to go to the office.

My muscles relaxed as the cold water cascaded over me. Natalia's image filled my mind as I leaned against the wall.

Why would she sign the divorce papers if they were my children? What was she thinking? Why lie to me? Was she with another man?

The thought of her with someone else tightened my muscles. Even after all this time, I couldn't accept it.

After showering, I changed into a suit, towel-drying my hair. Patric was pacing, looking worried.

"Now explain everything!" he demanded, his patience exhausted.

I recounted yesterday's events. His eyes widened when I revealed they were my children.

"Adrian, we need to wait for the results. You can't claim they're yours."

I glared. "I feel a connection. The boy was distant, and the girl feels…close." [Remove the website advertisement]

Patric was apprehensive, fearing I was mistaken. But I knew I was right. They were mine.

"Have you contacted a doctor?"

Patric nodded, dialing a number on speakerphone. He asked the doctor what was needed.

I assured the man he'd be compensated, but I needed the results immediately. The doctor seemed intimidated but agreed. He seemed to consider it fortunate to be assisting me. I usually used Doctor Harold, but I couldn't trust him with this.

"You'll get your reward soon," Patric said, ending the call.

He looked at me. "What if the results are negative?"

Before I could answer, another voice interrupted.

"What reports are you discussing?"

Lynda stood in the doorway. The door was unlocked, so she hadn't had to wait.

She approached, her tone delicate. "Adrian, are you hiding something from me?"