CHAPTER 70

There are no words for how nervous I feel. My heart doesn't want to stop beating while I am sitting on the chair facing the old man's table. The fist resting on my thigh clenched as I stared intently at the floor. I know Addison is what she wants for Aldo, and I don't know how to change that when I see that he is against me.

"It's nice meeting you again, Miss Selvestre. Why do you look so scared?" he mocked.

I pursed my lips and breathed heavily until I got the courage to look at him.

"I'm not afraid. I can fight for the father of my child and for my son," I uttered firmly and gave him a serious look.

I saw his eyebrows twitch and shrug his shoulders as if he didn't believe it.

"If you say so, but that is not something I believe. Words are nothing without actions. And, based on your actions in recent years, you can only fight for your child, not Aldo," he concluded.

I mumbled, "Yes, but—"

He raised his palm, which left me stunned. He didn't even open the drawer of his desk.

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