Doom III

How could she?

Alicia’s body writhed in pain from all the rigorous shaking but she ignored it.

That wasn’t her major concern right now.

Little aches here and there were nothing compared to the issue on ground.

“I-I didn’t do it.” Her voice broke and hot tears streamed down her face.

“I swear on my son’s life, it wasn’t me. I don’t know how it happened. I only just saw the news a while ago. I swear.” She muttered amidst tears.

“Liar!” Minister Lewis was not having it.

“I swear, I didn’t do it. What benefit will I derive from all of it? My life is also at stake—no agency will want to work with me again—I’m also affected here, I did not do it. Believe me.” Alicia cried harder.

The man’s eyes blinked. That was true.

Besides, come to think of it, Alicia couldn’t have pulled any of those strings.

The reports about him came with concrete proof. Where could his babymama have gotten all those evidence from? And how?

It was impossible.

“How could it be me? Just how?—You’re my baby’s daddy!”