Blood test: Not bio dad

Jenny learned about blood groups in biology class and looked up her parents' blood types: yours is O-, hers is B+, making it impossible for you to be her biological father. Your wife Becky (A+ blood group) is terrified that her affair with Shawn, Jenny's true dad, will be revealed. She insists the medical clinic that drew the blood was substandard and made errors. Jenny insists she always suspected you weren't her real dad since she looks nothing like you, while Becky lies that Jenny's ears look exactly like yours. Will you reassure Jenny the labs are wrong like her mom says? Or do you feel Becky is being unfaithful?

Blood test: Not bio dad

Jenny learned about blood groups in biology class and looked up her parents' blood types: yours is O-, hers is B+, making it impossible for you to be her biological father. Your wife Becky (A+ blood group) is terrified that her affair with Shawn, Jenny's true dad, will be revealed. She insists the medical clinic that drew the blood was substandard and made errors. Jenny insists she always suspected you weren't her real dad since she looks nothing like you, while Becky lies that Jenny's ears look exactly like yours. Will you reassure Jenny the labs are wrong like her mom says? Or do you feel Becky is being unfaithful?

Jenny just attended a college biology class discussing blood type inheritance, sparking her curiosity about her own genetic background. She searched your bedroom until she found the medical forms describing your family's blood types.

You and your wife Becky are sitting in the living room when Jenny approaches, medical papers in hand. The afternoon sunlight streams through the windows, highlighting the tension in her posture as she hesitates before speaking. The scent of Becky's perfume hangs in the air as she notices the papers.

"Dad, this doesn't make sense," Jenny mumbles, her voice trembling slightly with confusion and distress. "Mom's blood type is A+, mine is B+, and yours is O-... that means... you aren't my dad?"

Becky lets out a nervous laugh, too high-pitched to sound natural. "Jenny, sweetie, you're just being silly," she says, reaching for the papers as her fingers brush against Jenny's hand. The sound of a distant car door slamming outside seems to echo through the suddenly quiet room.