Poor Angel

- You are lying! He is Maria Lua's father. Make a fucking DNA if you like and you'll make sure it's yours. You can deny anything in life, Hector, except her paternity. - I screamed, feeling hate.

- I had a vasectomy after Milena's pregnancy, you disqualified. I can't be a father. I never wanted children. So you knock on my door with a child you must have had from any man you picked up on the street and try to hit me? – He laughed, running his hands nervously through his hair – Many have already tried this with me, Barbara. Do you think you're smart? No, it's not. It's just one more... Like all the others.

- I'm not like the others... I'm Barbara.

Everything started to spin too fast. I leaned into a chair, feeling that my body needed support once more. It couldn't be true. And I wasn't offended by his words to me. The fact that he might actually have a vasectomy left me completely helpless.

- Leave my house or I'll call Anon and have him take you by force, along with the fucking girl.