"Mr. Carter, have you had breakfast?" Jane Sampson exchanged pleasantries with James Carter as she bent over to get into the car, pondering in her mind why today Mr. Carter seemed somewhat different.

It seemed like the way he looked at her and his tone of speech was as gentle as coaxing a child.

Jane hadn’t finished her sentence when she suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of her head as she sat down on the chair, instinctively protecting the back of her head and yelping, "Is my hair caught on something?"

"Sorry, my hand accidentally pressed it." James Carter quickly released his hand from supporting the car, revealing several strands of hair in his palm, "Does it hurt a lot?"

James Carter’s face showed a bit of guilt.

"No worries, Mr. Carter, I’ve got tons of hair, you won’t make me bald with such little strength." Jane waved it off, took a rubber band out of her pocket and tied her loose hair into a low ponytail, then scooted further inside to make room for those who hadn’t gotten in yet. James Carter took two steps back, leaning on his cane, and let Coco Edwards board first, then said, "Hang on, I just remembered there’s something I need to tell the assistant, give me two minutes."

After speaking, James Carter gave the assistant a look, and the assistant followed him for a few steps to a deserted spot.

With his back to the car, James Carter took two plastic bags from his pocket, one already containing several long hairs and the other empty.

James Carter carefully put the hairs he had held for just a few minutes into the empty plastic bag, then solemnly handed it to the assistant, "Make sure to keep it safe, don’t mix it up, and send it for DNA testing immediately, no matter the cost, using the fastest method, and as soon as the results come out, send them to me." James Carter said, "As for your flight, see if you can reschedule to a later flight. If not, you can come tomorrow."

"Okay." The assistant, who had been with James Carter for a long time, didn’t quite understand his actions, but was undoubtedly discreet and trustworthy.

Watching the assistant put the stuff into the briefcase and then walk off hurriedly, James Carter’s heart finally started to feel suspended.

The other strands of hair in the plastic bag were from the mother who visited the grandparents and Old Sir Carter in the Capital Province a few days ago.

James Carter, even before dawn today, had specifically made a detour to find them from that house. Luckily, they had just left the Capital Province, and the house hadn’t yet been cleaned by the hourly worker, so in the bedroom bed of his mother’s room, James Carter easily found quite a few hairs.

As James Carter knew, a paternity test result can come out in about three hours.

Which meant that as soon as his plane landed, he would immediately see the result.

"Mr. Carter, where did your assistant go?" Coco casually asked when she saw James Carter returning alone.

"I left something important in the apartment and sent him to fetch it. I was worried he wouldn’t make the plane, so he rescheduled his flight. We’ll go ourselves first."

James Carter explained with a faint smile, then jokingly added, "Lately I’ve been somewhat forgetful."

"It’s definitely because you’re overworked." Jane, in the car, commented with concern, "Mr. Carter, you must rest more as well, or lack of sleep will genuinely make you less sharp."