Seeing Mitsue's resolution, I dressed in a more mature outfit and we left the house. On our way out of the building, we ran into Raya. We greeted each other, but as she walked away, I noticed her gaze lingering on me. Then I suddenly remembered I was supposed to see her today.
Nevertheless, I wasn't in a good mood either. I'd been riled up since hearing what Mitsue told me.
While I dressed casually yet mature, Mitsue wore an elegant gown that accentuated her milfy curves and carried Anya in a heavily padded pink carrier. Anyone who saw us would instantly assume we were a couple.
We boarded a taxi and headed to a hospital. After arriving, we paid for a DNA test, and samples of hair and saliva were collected from me and Anya. While we waited for the results, my phone was bombarded with dozens of calls and messages from Mom.
"I don't even know what to tell her," I sighed, opening the messaging app, unsure what to type.
"Just tell her you and I went out to get something," Mitsue said. I looked at her, chuckled, and texted Mom exactly that.
Within seconds, she replied, asking what we went to get. I told her she would know once we returned. Honestly, I had no idea what to say we were getting. I was too disoriented to think straight.
After texting Mom and finally calming her down, I sat in the waiting hall beside Mitsue, who was breastfeeding Anya. She looked surprisingly calm and carefree, which made me wonder if she was just acting tough. Her claims still sounded too unrealistic.
I searched through my predecessor's memories, but there was nothing about anything happening between Mitsue and me, aside from remembering being drunk. Thinking everything through, I began to wonder if that was why Mitsue had been willing to receive my dick before Asagi suddenly came home. Her fondness, absurd requests, and shamelessness were all starting to make sense.
While we continued waiting, a nurse suddenly called our names, saying the doctor wanted to see us.
Mitsue quickly slipped her boob back into place, secured Anya in the carrier, and we headed to the doctor's office.
"Well… ahem, Mamofusa–san, I've received the results of the test conducted in the lab. Please take a look and ask me anything you don't understand," the doctor said, handing us a folded sheet of paper.
I reached out first to take it, while Mitsue leaned forward in her seat, as if trying to steady herself, her eyes glued to the paper in my hand.
I unfolded it, and the first thing that caught my eye was a bold line that stood out from the rest, followed by numbers.
[Probability of paternity: 99.9%]
My eyes widened in shock, while tears streamed down Mitsue's face.
"I… I told you. I wasn't lying~" she whimpered, wiping her tears.
"Well, good news that things turned out well. But it seems both of you need a moment, so I'll excuse myself," the doctor said politely, standing up and leaving before I could respond.
I looked at Mitsue as she wiped her tears and pulled her into a hug.
"I'm sorry for doubting you. I'm truly sorry. I just couldn't wrap my head around it because I didn't remember any of it happening. But now that the test proved otherwise, I think I know what I have to do," I said, lifting my hands and gently cupping Mitsue's face.
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