Not Annalise's Daughter

"What?" Sounds of shocked exclamations came from all around the room. 

"Shouldn't it be that of mother and child?" Amelia asked, moving to the edge of her seat. "If it's Emmeline's, it would be a paternity test between her and her baby, no?"

"If it's Emmeline's blood," Matteo emphasized. "But it seems like that's not the case."

"But whose blood is this then, if not Emmeline's?" Amelia asked, flabbergasted. "If it's a grandparent…" She frowned. "He couldn't have possibly used his own parents' blood, could he?"

"It doesn't matter," Ronan said. "Either way, this proves that Emmeline has been nothing but a fucking scheming, untrustworthy liar!"

He all but jumped up from his seat, fist-pumping in the air… only to still upon meeting Horace Hawthorne's gaze. Then, Ronan turned into a stone statue, reminiscent of Medusa's victims getting petrified to stone. His lips were pursed into a fine line before he quickly sat back down.