In the underground garage of a shopping mall in Trenton, the veterinarian arrived alone, parked in a secluded corner, and waited quietly.
After more than half an hour, an inconspicuous gray vehicle pulled up nearby. The window began to lower, revealing a white man who glanced over.
"It's me, come on," the veterinarian said, rolling down his window just enough to show half of his head.
The man stepped out of his car, and as he approached, the co-pilot's door swung open, allowing him to climb in.
"What's the news?" the man asked.
"Where's the money?" he continued in a low voice.
"In the back. Take a look for yourself," the veterinarian replied, gesturing with his thumb. "I hope your news is worth the price. This is a lot of money. The other party may be generous, but they're not easy to deal with."
The man turned, spotting a bag on the back seat. He leaned in, grabbed it, and opened it to reveal rolls of old banknotes—each in $20 denominations, totaling $100,000.
"The transaction is in two parts," the man said, pulling out a roll of cash. "Half is paid upfront, and the other half after you receive the news."
Taking a deep breath, he looked back out the window and whispered, "I have two messages. The first: Acomo Apple has liver cancer."
"Liver cancer?" the veterinarian echoed, taken aback. "That's terminal. How could this happen? He must have regular check-ups. What's the prognosis? How long does he have?"
"Not every check-up is thorough," the man replied with a shrug. "It's early-stage liver cancer, operable, but he's not getting any younger. Even with a successful operation, he might not have many years left."
"So, are you saying he won't die right away? If that's the case, this news isn't worth so much!" the veterinarian frowned.
"If you connect it with the second piece of news, it will definitely be worth it!" The visitor grinned, a sly look in his eyes. "Acomo Apple's son is Bra Deli Appler, and his twin grandsons are Robert Appler and Love Appler. But here's the twist: Robert is not Acomo's grandson—Love is."
"Huh?" the veterinarian was bewildered. "Wait a minute. Aren't both twins his grandsons?"
Realization struck him suddenly. "Fraternal re-pregnancy?"
"Oh my God!" the veterinarian exclaimed, holding his head in disbelief. "How is this even possible? This is incredibly rare."
"So, Acomo Apple's daughter-in-law cheated? Who was it? Someone from the Dimio Group? The Soprano family?"
"You'll never guess who it is!" the visitor chuckled. "The person who cheated on his daughter-in-law is—Acomo Apple himself!"
"No, no, wait. I must have misheard you!" The veterinarian froze, a strange expression on his face. "You mean Acomo Apple cheated on his daughter-in-law and fathered a child? His grandson is actually his son? Ha ha ha!"
As he spoke, the veterinarian couldn't help but shake his head and laugh. "I can't imagine this. Even if Acomo Apple is over 50, he shouldn't be lacking in options. Why...?"
"Who knows? Maybe it's more exciting that way," the visitor shrugged with a smile.
"Oh God, you pervert! This is too interesting!" The veterinarian finally calmed down. "But how do you know this? Did you witness it? If you did, you'd be dead."
"Of course not! I'm their family's personal doctor, and I have access to their medical records. One day, while reviewing the data, I noticed something odd. Bradley Apple has blood type AB, his wife has type O, but one of their sons has type O blood. I overlooked it before, but that day it clicked."
"And Acomo Apple has type B blood. I had my suspicions, so I discreetly collected samples for a paternity test. The results... well, let's just say they were revealing!"
"I later compared the twins and confirmed it: one is Bradley's son, and the other is Acomo Apple's with his daughter-in-law. If this news leaks, the consequences will be explosive, which is why it's worth $200,000."
"My God!" the veterinarian shook his head, sighing. "Okay, I'll take the news back, but I still need a medical report."
"No problem, I brought it with me."
...
A few hours later, in Sean's office, the veterinarian smiled as he handed over several medical reports.
Sean frowned, glanced at the documents, and tossed them onto the table. "You think I can make sense of this?"
"This is information that's not easy to uncover," the veterinarian replied, approaching one of the reports with a knowing smile. "Acomo Apple has type B blood, his son has type AB blood, his daughter-in-law has type O blood, and the twin grandsons have type O and type B blood."
"Do you know how those involved in such scandals usually end up?" Sean interjected coldly. "They end up buried in concrete and dumped in the sea!"
The veterinarian flinched at Sean's icy tone but quickly clarified, "What I mean is, one of Bradley's twin sons is not his biological child."
Upon hearing this, both Sean and Armstrong stared at the veterinarian in shock, their expressions a mix of confusion and disbelief.
With a smirk, the veterinarian elaborated, "One of Bradley's twin sons is indeed his child, while the other is actually his younger brother—one born from him and his wife, and the other from his father and his wife."
Sean and Armstrong exchanged incredulous looks, the weight of this explosive revelation sinking in.
For a moment, Sean was at a loss for words. "But how is this even possible?"
The veterinarian maintained his strange smile, ready to explain the concept of "fraternal egg re-pregnancy." He detailed the conditions necessary for it to occur, which involve a woman having sexual relations with different men in a short period of time.
As the explanation unfolded, a chorus of "Oh my God!" filled the room, creating an awkward atmosphere.
"So, his son's son isn't really his son but his brother?" Sean mused, still trying to wrap his head around the implications.
"Exactly! His son's son is both a brother and a nephew! He can call him brother, or he can call him dad. The relationships are completely twisted."
Laughter erupted in the room, the absurdity of the situation finally hitting them.
Suddenly, Sean raised an eyebrow and looked at the two of them with a mischievous glint. "What if—just what if—Bradley knows about this and is willing to participate? Maybe he enjoys the thrill of it!"
"Pfft!" The veterinarian and Armstrong stared at Sean in astonishment. "You're a pervert, too! You're all a bunch of perverts!"
As the laughter continued, the bizarre nature of the situation lingered in the air, leaving them to ponder the outrageous connections that had been revealed.