The baby is Calvin's. He won.
Although, it seems Grandma is still trying to figure out if what she is reading on the result slip is real or not. She raises the document in her hand, dramatically adjusting her glasses even though we all know she can read just fine without them.
"When did you get the tests done?"
"Last week," Calvin mutters under his breath. For the first time, I understand him a little. I'd be exhausted too if I had been answering the same question for an entire thirty minutes straight.
"Why did it take so long then?"
That. I've been wondering the same too. He's a fucking billionaire like the rest of us damnit, and knowing him, he should have already gotten the results a long time ago. But to take all this time without getting the results even though he desperately wants to inherit grandma's money...
"You could've just told them to hurry. Isn't technology advanced a little in this century?"