Who's The Father

Isabella~

"Wh...what type of question is this? He is, of course, my son." My voice faltered upon hearing his query.

It unfolded in the manner that frightened me the most. I did everything in my power to keep Xavier from seeing my son, but fate had other plans. Xavier eventually became acquainted with my son.

"Bella, I am asking who’s the father of Alan." His eyes are filled with suspicion, and his tone is dominating.

"Mr. Thompson, please get out of my house immediately. You have no right to inquire about my personal life." I gestured toward the open hall door.

"I'll leave when you respond to my questions." His rage was evident in his voice.

I am well aware of his dominating nature. He won't leave until I provide him with a satisfactory response. Even if I'm not prepared to handle the situation right now, I must answer his inquiries.

"Alan is my son, and his father is out of town. When he gets back, I'll introduce him. It's too late, so please leave my house now." Even after rec