Third Person's POV
Vivian covered her mouth. Viona had only told her to mention the donor and bring Roman to meet them. Nothing more. She wasn't supposed to explain anything.
Roman stood there, stunned, slow to process her words. He ran a hand through his hair.
"Vivian… I'm not in the mood for your bad jokes. And more than that, we already saw the DNA test—" He cut himself off, as he realized something.
"Roman… we need to meet them now," Vivian rushed, cutting him off. "We don't have time. You'll hear everything there. I… I don't have the right to explain it to you."
She grabbed her bag from the sofa and walked up to him, who was still sighing in disbelief, over and over. She caught his forearm, trying to pull him along.
Roman yanked his arm back, brushing her off roughly.
"You knew all this time?"
"That's not important right now. We need to go. You can hear it yourself."
