Sarah's POV:
"What are you saying? I am allergic to chocolate, and you made the test look like it was poison, right?"
"You changed the tests." I felt like I was losing my mind; I even grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. "You did that, right?"
"Jacob, answer me." I scolded, and he placed his hands on my shoulders. "Calm down; they will hear you from outside."
"Yes, yes, I tampered with the test results. But I had nothing to do with the paternity test; I didn't even know that your dad did a test."
"He is not my dad."
"And the test is wrong; you are trying to make me crazy now."
"Just calm down and reason things," he kept telling me to calm down, but this was as far as I could go.
How could that man be my dad? The doctors made a mistake; he's not my dad.
"I have parents, Jacob," I scolded, and he stood there, staring at me with a tired look.
"My parents are good and honest; they are the best."