I didn’t respond to Lenora. My gaze was fixed on Judge Castellan as he opened the envelope, his demeanor shifting from impatience to curiosity. His eyes moved swiftly across the pages, the color draining from his cheeks.
He cleared his throat, the sound echoing in the deathly silent courtroom, before addressing Lenora. “Mrs. Chandler,” he began, his voice cold and authoritative, “it appears there are some discrepancies regarding the paternity of these children.”
Lenora’s face went ashen, her confident facade crumbling under the weight of the judge’s words.
Her lawyer fumbled with his papers, clearly caught off guard. The courtroom was electric with tension, the air heavy with anticipation. The judge continued, his voice unyielding.
“According to these results, Mr. Chandler is not the biological father of Marcus or Jolene.” He paused, letting the information sink in before delivering the final blow. “And as for Wyatt, the report indicates that he is not Mr.
Chandler’s son, but rather his brother’s.”
The revelation hit the room like a seismic wave. The sound of gasps and murmurs filled the air as the gravity of the situation dawned on everyone present. Lenora’s face went from white to red, a mixture of shock and humiliation etched on her features.
Judge Castellan slammed his gavel, silencing the whispers. “Order in the court!” he demanded, before turning his gaze back to Lenora. “Mrs.
Chandler, can you explain these findings?”
Lenora stammered, her voice barely audible. “I— I don’t know how this happened. There must be some mistake.”
“A mistake?” I interjected, my voice calm yet firm.
“For fifteen years, I’ve loved and raised these children as my own. And now, after all this, you demand a fortune in child support based on deception?”
Her lawyer, pale and sweating, leaned in to whisper frantically to Lenora, but it was clear the damage was done. The courtroom was no longer under her control.
Judge Castellan leaned back in his chair, his expression a mixture of disgust and disappointment. “Mrs. Chandler, you brought this case to court under false pretenses, attempting to defraud Mr.
Chandler with misleading claims of paternity. This is a serious matter.”
Lenora’s eyes filled with tears, her composure shattered. She looked at me, perhaps searching for a glimmer of sympathy or forgiveness, but I had none to give.
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