Either Spencer had used a donor without telling his mother, or Brielle’s twins weren’t Spencer’s children at all.

I looked at the blue document again, running the tip of my thumb over the red administrative stamp.

Rosalind had built the whole corporate succession plan around those unborn twins and used them to push me off the charitable board and out of the family.

She had covered Brielle’s private medical bills in New Jersey to keep the pregnancy away from Manhattan specialists who knew Spencer’s history.

If the board found out the twins didn’t carry Spencer’s biological markers, Rosalind’s control over the company trust would collapse overnight under corporate governance rules.