The doctor paused, with that fine needle tip, unable to dare to pierce through.
Christina's pair of black, bright eyes, carrying an innocence untainted by worldly dust, clear and distinct, looked at him.
In that moment, a certain string snapped with a 'pop'.
Thomas Shannon seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand around his heart, his breath seized without reason.
"Young Master, the little miss is indeed your child. The little miss resembles Young Madam, and the Young Master looks like you, which led to your misunderstanding," Charlie River advised by the side, trying to dissuade him from taking a DNA test.
Thomas Shannon lowered his eyelids, staring dazedly at the small figure in his embrace.
Christina's gentle, soft hand grasped one of his fingers, her little mouth slightly open, ready to cry out in the next second—
"Okay... You're not allowed to cry."
