She personally collected the hair from Keane, and to prevent any confusion, she sealed it with a plastic bag right away.
The doctor had no reason to deceive her.
If this is truly the case, then perhaps there is an error in the report results.
Mrs. Fairchild furrowed her brows, clearly displeased, "Is this how you see me? In your eyes, am I just a liar?"
Butler Forrest spoke up timely, "Madam, Miss Maeve is merely ensuring the results are foolproof, after all, such tests are not one hundred percent accurate, there is always some margin for error."
Mrs. Fairchild didn't find others' words easy to hear, but she was willing to listen to Butler Forrest.
She held onto her temper, "How can external doctors compare to our own?"
"No need to find anyone else."
A child's voice echoed in the room.
The childish voice seemed to carry a hint of milky sweetness, yet was firm enough not to be overlooked.
Everyone turned to look at him.
Keane lowered his head and said, "It's me."
