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Dale finally tracked down where Victor and Tessa were staying.

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It was already past one in the morning when Ss and Lewis stopped him at the entrance.

Ss frowned. “Mr. Morris, please go back. Everyone is resting now.”

“I have urgent business. I need to see my daughter!”

The words my daughter were bitten out hard.

For a father to demand to see his own child should have been reason enough–but not for Ss and Lewis.

“Mr. Morris,” Ss replied coolly, “even if it were your mother you wanted ito /isee, we couldn’t let you in at this hour.”

Let alone a daughter.

And truthfully–after the way Dale had treated Tessa, they weren’t fools.

He hadn’t even known what she looked like. And now he called her his daughter?

Dale’s face darkened at once.

Lewis smirkedzily. “Mr. Morris, maybe head home and figure out what your daughter looks like first. Thene back.”

The words dripped with mockery.

A father who didn’t even recognize his own child–was there anything moreughable?

Dale’s face shifted from pale to ashen with rage.

His eyes cut venomously toward Lewis, but Ss stepped forward. “Meeting our master at this hour will do you no good.”

Anyone dragged from sleep at such a time would not be inclined to kindness.

“I only want to see my daughter,” Dale pressed.

“Your daughter is with our master now,” Lewis shot back, his voice sharp with disdain.

The meaning was clear. Tessa wasn’t only Dale’s daughter anymore–if she had ever been one at all.

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A girl who had lived her life without the slightest intersection with him could hardly be imed so suddenly as daughter.

For Dale to show up now, clinging to the word, was nothing but forced submission.

And forced submission held no value–certainly not to Tessa.

Lewis didn’t stop there. “Besides, Mr. Morris, with so many children, you can’t even tell which one’s yours. What’s the point of seeing any daughter?”

Always sharp–tongued, Lewis’s jab carried an extra sting.

The phrase can’t tell which one’s yours had an edge Dale failed to catch–or perhaps had never caught.

Because Lina and Lana were so conspicuously in, most who saw them doubted they were truly his blood.

But Dale had never questioned it. Not once.

Even now, as Lewis needled, the hint flew straight past him.

Ss’s mouth twitched as he cast Lewis a warning look.

Dale’s face had gone an ugly shade of blue. Fury choked him until he finally turned on his heel and stormed off.

Ss and Lewis remained.

“That mouth of yours,” Ss muttered.

Usually, he wanted nothing more than to stitch it shut.

But tonight, he admitted–it had felt satisfying.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” Lewis shot back. “He can’t even recognize his own children. Blind as a bat.” fn39f3 ??? ????? ???????s ??? ?????s??? ?? findnovel/fn39f3

Ss hesitated, then muttered something uncharacteristic for him. “So… Lina and Lana really aren’t his?”

He never indulged in gossip, but Lewis had pulled him right into it.

“Of course not,” Lewis snorted.

Dale, halfway gone, suddenly turned back–and caught the two mid–conversation.

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Lewis’s words rang clear. “Ugly as sin like that? How could they be his? Look at their features- nothing alike!”

Ss added dryly, “If Artemis had been unfaithful from the start, could she really have ended up with something so ugly?”

Dale froze.

His face went ck, rage radiating off him in waves.

Lewis still hadn’t noticed. He went on blithely, “A man can have a mistress whether he’s rich or not. But when a woman cheats, looks don’t matter either.”

Ss’s mouth twitched again.

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“Then what does it depend on?” he asked before he could himself.

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Lewis smirked. “Depends on whether he’s got the mouth for sweet talk.”

Ss blinked.

Lewis pressed on, reckless. “So if her lover was that ugly, then his mouth must’ve been real good.”

He was going too far.

And Dale, listening from the corner, grew darker with every word, his fury close to eruption.