It was true. Jesse was a nurse and a highly qualified one. He would know exactly what Ethan was talking about here. Something he wouldn't at all have even known about at seven years old when he first got sick. Hell, there was a very distinct chance here that the guy who thought he was Jesse's father didn't even know anything about this. If he knew, he wouldn't have been tested for a blood match, would he? Or maybe he would, to keep up the ruse so neither of them looked like a sinner to their beloved church? Jace didn't know. He didn't understand any of that religious mindset. It just made him feel very angry that Jesse's own family could be so cruel to him, dismissive of him because he was gay.

He put his hands over his face, and then rubbed his eyes. "Fuck... fuck. What, did they think Jesse getting meningitis and nearly dying was punishment to her for sinning and fucking around on her husband? Was her having a gay son punishment too? Was that why he's been shunned? No, I'm not fucking making excuses for them. This is bullshit. I know for a fact they were married three years before Jesse was born. It's on his birth certificate, we had it there for getting our marriage licence. Who's to dispute it? Me. I'm going to fucking dispute it," he resolved, taking his phone out of his pocket. "I'm going to need copies of those things you just showed me."