"No blood relation?!"
"Oh my god, Tyler isn't actually a Luther by blood?!"
"Jonathan was tricked into raising another man's son all these years?"
"Margaret has had some nerve, cuckolding the Luther Family for decades."
"But looking at Tyler and the current head of the Luther Family, there's still some resemblance.
Could there be a mistake?"
Those standing close enough to read the paternity report erupted into shocked murmurs.
Soon, the entire room buzzed with hushed but fervent discussions.
Not even the presence of grandpa Porter could quell the uproar.
Tyler stared at the document in his hands, his entire body frozen as if struck by lightning.
His mind raced, piecing together fragments of the past.
"Tyler, only by mimicking that bastard Sinclair can you win grandpa's favor."
"Tyler, the resemblance around your eyes isn't close enough.
You'll need more adjustments."
"Tyler, practice imitating Sinclair's mannerisms.
