Ten minutes. That was quicker than he had anticipated thinking he would have to wait days for any answer. He glanced over at the potion only thinking about touching it in that he was told not to, but he didn't want to invalidate the results. Zacharias looked back over at her with that last question.
"So you're finally admitting that it might not be mine?" He looked at her expectantly for a minute. It shouldn't be a relief that she would even imply that, but it was like. There was no way the child could be his.
Zacharias shook his head, rubbing his hand over his face. "And I won't get into hypotheticals with you." Besides he imagined that she already knew the answer. Marietta might not have come from exactly the same kind of family that he did, but there were similar attitudes.