Her gaze turned cold, and a mocking smile brushed the corner of her lips. "Custody? You're here to talk to me about custody? You don't remember, do you? Then let me remind you. Back then you kept telling me you didn't want this child at all, that in this life you'd never thought about having children. And now you're here talking to me about custody?!"
Her voice, which had been fairly calm before, was now filled with aggression, as if she were ready to do anything to protect the treasure she was guarding, while in his eyes she was nothing more than a raider. "Kyle Kinston, if you really want to fight me for Ivy's custody, then for the rest of my life, I will hate you!"
Under her gaze, he felt a kind of wretched embarrassment. And her words made his heart clench violently; every contraction brought with it a stab of pain.
Hate him for a lifetime, for all eternity?!
Just thinking of that made it unbearably hard for him to accept.
