He only knew it was a daughter, yet he hadn't even glanced at her once!
She shuddered, fearing he would demand to see the child. "The child… the child isn't here."
"Your whole family of three came to the wedding, and the child is only a few months old. Do you really think you wouldn't bring her along?" He pierced through her lie with a flick of his eye. "Saint Roa Island isn't that big. If I wanted to dig up that child, I doubt it'd take me more than ten minutes."
Her eyes widened. "What the hell are you trying to do? What gives you the right to go after my child!"
His voice suddenly sharpened. "If she's not my child, why are you so nervous? Or is it because you're hiding something? Afraid I'll discover the truth when I see her?"
She steadied her voice. "...She's not your child. She has nothing to do with you. There's no reason you need to see her, and I don't want you to either. She's just a baby—I don't want her frightened!"
