That same evening, back in his penthouse, Zayn sat still for a long moment. Then he grabbed his car keys and drove to the private medical center where he had submitted the DNA samples.

Without an appointment, he marched straight into the office of Dr. Knowles and placed the falsified report on the desk.

“Explain this, uncle,” Zayn said calmly. “Why does this report show no match with the child?”

Dr. Knowles took the report and adjusted his glasses. He studied it for a ...