Chapter 5

When my brother found it, the reporters instantly surrounded me:

"If the DNA test comes back as yours, you're guilty of assault! And I heard rapists have the worst time in prison!"

The microphones were practically in my face. I looked at the crumpled thing in my brother's hand and sneered inwardly.

Ruth had really prepared everything in advance.

"Testing is fine, but I have conditions. There must be third-party witnesses throughout the entire process, and the results must be publicly announced. No behind-the-scenes manipulation."

Ruth's mother jumped out:

"It was found in your room—what's there to test? You're just a bastard!"

"You can't say that," I stared at her. "What if it's not mine? What if someone deliberately framed me? I can't take the blame for nothing."

My brother's face was dark, but he finally nodded:

"Fine, we'll do it your way. I'll personally go with you to the testing center."

The test took three hours. During that time, the reporters didn't rest, constantly asking me and my brother questions. Ruth's mother kept interjecting, painting me as an unforgivable criminal.

My brother didn't acknowledge me the whole time, his face terrifyingly grim.

Finally, the test results came out.

The doctor displayed the report in front of the camera.

It was written clearly in black and white—besides Ruth's DNA, the rest matched mine completely.

The reporters instantly exploded:

"The evidence is ironclad! Let's see how you try to deny it now!"

"We've been livestreaming this whole time—everyone's waiting to see what happens to you!"

The moment Ruth saw the test report, she visibly relaxed, then threw herself into her mother's arms, sobbing loudly.

My brother stared at me, his eyes wishing he could tear me to pieces.

Looking at that string of numbers on the test report, I was confused too.

Hurried footsteps came from the doorway. I looked up to see my mom standing there, her face pale.

She'd just woken up and heard the news, getting so angry she nearly fainted again.

My dad also declared on the spot that he was cutting ties with me.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, my brother personally called the police:

"Hello, I want to report a crime. I'm reporting Carter for assault resulting in miscarriage. The evidence is conclusive!"

From the corner of my eye, I glimpsed Ruth and her mother exchanging a look, calculation flashing quickly in their eyes.

I instantly realized.

The doctor had already been bought off.

Soon, a group of police officers walked in, their sharp gazes sweeping across the room before finally settling on me.

They walked straight toward me, showed their badges, and said sternly:

"Carter, someone reported you for suspected assault. Please come with us for questioning."

Instantly, everyone's condemning gazes focused on my face.

And at that moment, I finally remembered something.

So under everyone's watchful eyes, I voluntarily held out my hands for the handcuffs:

"Officer, I did assault Ruth and caused her miscarriage."