Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 169 Ethan Determines the Brown Family's Fate

The San Francisco Parentage Testing Center.

Harper had parked her car just downstairs.

"Miss, your hunch was right. Ethan got suspicious and made a move. He had sought out Mitchell to conduct a paternity test," her informant reported.

Mitchell was Ethan's childhood buddy and worked at the testing center. Harper had predicted that Ethan wouldn't trust anyone else and would definitely approach Mitchell.

With a sneer, Harper remarked, "So all the effort was worth it."

It had taken considerable effort to secure a sample of Ethan's hair. But Ethan was no easy target; no tiger would allow its fur be plucked so easily.

She would have to resort to a different tactic.

"Do as I've instructed," Harper said, stepping out of the car.

Mitchell's vehicle was parked at the front, and he was heading toward the center carrying a sealed bag with samples of Ethan's and Justin's hair.

"Bang!" Suddenly, a muffled crash followed by the sound of car alarms echoed.

Mitchell turned, cursing under his breath as he realized an idiot had thrown a massive rock at his car.

"What about security?! How did he get in?" Mitchell was devastated, knowing his brand new and expensive car, costing well over three million, was now damaged.

"Catch that guy!" Mitchell exclaimed, on the verge of freaking out, his frustration boiling over.

With a thud, someone suddenly clumsily bumped into Mitchell, causing the sealed bag to fall to the ground.

Harper bent down swiftly, exchanged the bag, and handed it back to Mitchell with a smile. "Sorry, I was in a bit of a hurry."

"It's okay." Mitchell glanced at Harper and narrowed his eyes.

After a brief apology, Harper walked away.

Entering an alleyway, Harper took a deep breath to calm herself, looking down at the plastic bag she now held firmly in her hand.

"Got the hair samples; run the test now. I need to know the outcome," Harper spoke into her phone.

At Ethan's house.

boy's head with his chopsticks as Casey

for kids, repetition could be seen as cute or mischievous. To Justin, it was endearing, but to Casey, it often spelled

veggies too," Justin

must be awesome. My mom never steps foot in the kitchen and hardly ever eats with me. Dad doesn't come home

in disbelief at Casey's revelation, wondering how Jordan could treat his child

up. Lisa got wasted too. Those two are just..." Ethan bit back the curse on the tip of his

such deadbeats could be

the reason, parents who can't be there for their kids don't deserve forgiveness," Jasmine said, her voice rough, eyes fixed on her

prison, missing out on five years of Justin's life. She couldn't even give Justin a complete family. Meanwhile, there were people like Jordan and Lisa, who were free in the outside world, yet they were treating Casey horribly. Ethan's hand that was holding

about making amends more than once, but

couldn't forgive herself for the void she created in Justin's life,

you with me, hadn't partnered with you, what would you have done?" Ethan was curious to know what Jasmine

truth. She would proceed with donating a kidney to

in his heart, put down his chopsticks abruptly, and

Jasmine asked anxiously, wondering

no, it's not that. Suddenly, my stomach feels a bit off. I

display on his phone showed Mitchell's caller

his phone, Ethan walked distractedly into the study room, his

preferable to remain ignorant, focusing instead on making amends to Jasmine and Justin to the best of

are in. Do you want to know?" Mitchell's voice

as he replied, "I

won't you play by the rules?" Mitchell chuckled. "Hurry

I want to know, spit it out." Ethan rubbed

me a new Bentley; someone smashed mine,"

eyes darkened. "Did you tick

I possibly offend? Just my bad

story, tell me the result now." Ethan was ready for whatever

viable for testing," Mitchell announced. "But I suspect it has been tampered with. I suggest you bring the kid in for another test. From the chromosomal analysis, the two samples I

laughed then jokingly added, "Ethan, turns out you're

his forehead. "Quit the wisecracks. Your car

still have the nerve

shouldn't have

crafty; your sister-in- law might not be a match for her," Mitchell drawled