Chapter: 1090

Therefore, Victor was irritated.

It seemed that she didn't believe in him at all.

Well, he didn't believe Rachel too.

But somehow, her words wouldn't leave him alone. He couldn't help but think about Joey.

"Ivan." Ivan thought their conversation was over, so he was a little stunned when Victor's deep voice resounded in his ears.

He put the phone near his ear again and answered in confusion, "Mr.

Sullivan, what else do you want me to do?"

"Do you have a backup file of the paternity test result that you gave me this morning?" Victor asked.

"The paternity test result? Yes, the testing center has promised to send it to your e-mail while I'm leaving. Mr. Sullivan, is there anything wrong with the result?"

"Nothing." Victor's eyes were devoid of emotion. As his voice faded, he lowered his hand and hung up the phone.

The car drove straight to the intersection, then turned left. They were heading for the hospital at a fast pace.

After he hung up, Victor proceeded to check his mailbox on the phone.

A message bubble appeared as soon as he opened it, saying, "You have new mail."

He noticed the sender's headline with the capitalized words

“Paternity Testing Center."

His fingertip halted above the screen as he stared at these words.

He didn't open the email right away.

He was full of hesitation.

After a twenty-minute drive, the Maybach finally arrived at the hospital's inpatient section. The driver came to a complete stop, raised his eyes to the rearview mirror, and spoke respectfully.

"Mr.

Sullivan, we are here."

"Okay," Victor responded in a nasal tone. Although they'd reached the hospital, he had no intention of getting out yet. He looked outside for a second but returned his gaze to his phone.

The driver waited for a while, but Victor had not made any noise. He looked in the rearview mirror again and saw that he was preoccupied with something on his phone. Then, his expression changed, and the atmosphere in the car suddenly changed as well, becoming quite unpleasant and unsettling.

"Mr. Sullivan?" The driver shuddered and called his name in a cautious manner.

Victor's grip on the phone was gradually becoming tighter, the veins on his hand protruding due to the pressure.