Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty- Four
'Ahmet is your…' The thought hit again, sharp and unwelcome, and she swallowed hard like she could force it back down. It didn't stay gone for long.
"And while at it, I want you in the top list," she said instead, her voice steady, deliberately ignoring the unease curling in her chest.
The man let out a sound; it was a half laugh, half disbelief. There was even something like satisfaction in it. "Huh!" He shook his head. "So you don't even know who the father of your unborn child is. All this drama… this is you trying to find out, isn't it?"
His eyes lit up as if he had solved something important.
"I knew nothing good comes from Marco's people. Let alone his daughter. You need a DNA test, that's what this is. To prove who…"
She hated that she was still standing there listening to him. Every word should have meant nothing. They should have rolled off her. Instead, they lodged somewhere she couldn't reach.
